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“Yes. At the premiere of Feral with Natalie Salas. Angie showed me the pictures. I haven’t heard from him since Monday. He hasn’t answered my texts or calls, nothing.”
“I’ll fucking kill him.”
“It doesn’t matter. I knew it would never work out.”
“Are you going to be alright?”
“No.”
“Come out here. Hop the Jitney bus and stay with me over the weekend. Call in sick on Monday.”
It’s so tempting to do what Nate says. If I go, he won’t judge me, which is what I love so much about him. I make a quick decision. I need him.
“I’ll come. Give me the address.”
He rattles off the address while I scribble it down on a piece of paper along with the club address that he’ll be at.
“Stop by the house first. I’ll let my housemates know. Then come to the club.”
“Okay.”
“Emma, promise me you’ll do it.”
“I promise. I’ll make the Jitney reservation as soon as I get back from lunch.”
“Good. I can’t wait to see you. Don’t worry; I’ll make you forget.”
“Thanks, Nate. I love you.”
“Love you too, baby girl. See you tonight.”
I head inside and go to my desk to make the reservation for the Jitney. I hate feeling this way, and I hope a weekend with Nate will help. I just want the pain to go away. I can’t believe Jordan would do this to me after the things he said. How can you go from wanting to marry someone to cheating on them in a span of a few days? It’s inconceivable to me.
I’m like a ghost for the rest of the day. Even Angie hasn’t said anything to me. I guess my red-rimmed eyes and sniffling have told her that I don’t want to talk about it. I just need time. At 4:55, I race out of the building and grab a cab hoping that I can avoid some of the rush hour traffic. I’m lucky, and it’s not that bad.
I grab my duffel bag and pack things for the beach and sun. I pack a couple of outfits for the club and toss in a couple of pairs of heels. The bus leaves at 8:15, and I should get to Southhampton by 11:15. I’ll try to sleep for a little while on the way since I’m sure I’ll be up with Nate until the wee hours of the morning.
When I finish packing, I take a quick shower and put on a sundress and some sandals. It’s not clubwear, but Nate left my name at the door, so it’s good enough. I’m in no mood to impress anyone. I should eat, but I haven’t felt well since I saw the pictures. I better not just in case.
I flick on the television to watch some of the news before I leave for the pickup spot. My phone rings and I see it’s Jordan’s number. Fuck him. I don’t want to hear his lame excuses. I let it go to voicemail. When it chirps, letting me know a message is waiting, I check it.
“Doll, I’m sorry that I haven’t called you. I’ve been so busy with things. Please call me back. I need to hear your voice. I love you.”
Tears flood my eyes, and I angrily swipe them away. “Things?” Like fucking Natalie Salas. If he thinks I’m that stupid. I debate whether to call him back, but in the end, I do. I hold my breath, hoping that he doesn’t answer, and I’m fortunate. I leave him a message.
“Jordan, I can’t do this with you any longer. You want what you want. How was the premiere of Feral? I saw the pictures. How could you do that to me? You said you loved me. How do you go from wanting to marry me to cheating in forty-eight hours? Don’t contact me again. We’re through.”
I jam the end call button, and his voicemail disconnects. It’s time for me to leave. I grab my duffel bag and take a cab to the bus stop. I hear my phone in my purse going off, both texts and calls. I refuse to upset myself with his excuses until I’m with Nate. By the time I get to the bus stop, my cell has silenced.
I’m tempted to look at my phone, but I know that there is nowhere for me to hide if I get upset. Instead, I lay my head back on the seat and doze. I’m so tired that even the chatter going on around me doesn’t stop me from falling asleep. The woman next to me rouses me when we arrive in Southhampton. It’s dark, and I get off the bus and immediately hail a cab to take me to Nate’s house.
Only one person is at the house when I arrive. A young man about my age with stringing black hair and a slight build: he’s wearing a pair of colorful board shorts and nothing else.
“You, Emma?”
I nod, and he lets me in, pointing towards Nate’s room. I thank him and head down the hallway. Surprisingly, the room is neat after the disaster that he left at home. There is only one queen-size bed, so we’ll be sharing. I put my bag down and decide to change out of my sundress rather than go to the club in it.
I slip on a dark blue clingy dress with a plunging neckline that comes to mid-thigh. After I freshen up my makeup, I slip on a pair of four-inch heels and call an Uber. It arrives within a half-hour, and I get to the club a little after midnight. The bouncer at the door, a large man of Asian descent with a black crew cut, takes my name, checks the list, and lets me inside.
