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“Nothing much. I just want new bedding and drapes,” I listed as I thought of what I wanted. “I guess, and some room scents?”
“What about carpets?” She had a crazy-excited look in her eyes, and I knew if I entertained her she would go wild. “A fluffy one?”
“Will you wash it?”
“If you allow me in your room at least three hours a day, yes!” You’re always in there for more than three either way.
She’d moved in with me once her lease was up, and of course Dad was the one who helped me get the apartment after begging me not to leave. I think he cried more than I did.
“Sure,” I agreed, and she sure was motivated to find me the best there was. She dragged me through every store she had the most faith in and, true to her words, we found what I was looking for and more.
I ended up buying new stoneware, throw pillows, cutlery, and baking items. Why? I don’t know, probably because I am an impulse buyer, buying things with another impulse buyer who loves a home makeover. Of course, I wasn’t the only one buying—she too was splurging along with me. We bought wash baskets, bathroom supplies, picture frames, and more potted plants—as if we didn’t have enough already at home.
All I knew was, we wouldn’t be eating out for quite a while. Possibly until our next pay day.
We regretfully carried our bags and walked through the mall, craving the heavenly, sweet smells that were coming from Cinnabon.
Maybe we went a bit too far; however, something seemed to pick up her spirits and she groaned delightfully looking ahead.
“Why can’t every man look like him?” She sighed dreamily as she pointed to the man who was displayed across the large shop-front window, lying on his back with a bottle of expensive perfume placed on his chest.
His shirt was undone and his eyes looked a bit too seductive. His hair was wild and long as if he’d just finished having a passionate session with his lover. Did he always look like this?
Whoa, he’s hot.
“Oh! You said you worked for the Chicago Grizzlies team, right?” Despite the many bags we were holding, Evelyn managed to latch herself on my arm. “So, what was he like?” She looked at me with ferocious eyes, and I had no choice but to blurt out the truth.
“He’s really nice. Jeff is a gentleman.” I nodded, and she squinted her eyes, tilting her head further down. “A deep voice… If I wasn’t so distracted by work, I think I would’ve wanted him.” Distracted by Alexander I meant, and how was he doing, by the way?
I wondered if he was back with Miranda. I read recently that her divorce was finalized.
“Right? Fuck, he looks delicious!” Evelyn licked the corner of her lips, humming happily as she imagined him. “Can you introduce me to him? Have you seen his—” She raised her eyebrows, hinting at what she was talking about. “Outline? I’m sure those knicker-style pants showed plenty.” She giggled as I gasped.
“I-I don’t know,” I stammered, surprised at the sudden question.
“Hmmm, so you have!” Not on purpose! “A man that big surely has a lot to show.” She whistled, and I nodded. “I take that as confirmation.” She chuckled as she pulled me past the fragrance designer store.
When we got home, I immediately dropped on the couch, trying to catch my breath. Of course, Evelyn would only drag me to more stores saying we needed clothes as well, to look good at work, she’d said. However, we only bought club outfits and pajamas.
I took my phone out of my bag. Evelyn groaned as she sat down next to me, switching on the TV. I immediately hopped on the internet, my fingers knowingly typing what to search already.
Are Alexander Harris and Miranda back together? My heart sank below my stomach as all the suggestions came up: articles of Miranda’s divorce being confirmed, and how she was seen at an outing with a man who could possibly fit Alexander’s description.
Nothing was confirmed as of yet, but we all knew what rumors were like. They can spread like wildfire and eventually become true. Soon enough, articles of the true lovebirds, as the gossip blog said, would be out, confirming that they were back together.
Why did I care? Perhaps because he finally admitted to me how much he wanted me and I turned him down—why?
I was scared.
Getting up from the couch, Evelyn looked at me, and I bet I looked just as tired as she did.
“You’re going to bed?” she asked weakly, and I nodded.
“Yeah, we’ll put everything away tomorrow, right?” I pointed at the many bags that were littered around our living room, and she nodded.
“That sounds like a plan.” She sounded relieved as she dragged herself to her room.
As soon as I closed my bedroom door, my phone rang, and my father’s name flashed across the screen.
