Short update! Sorry
Lies. Secrets. All in one magazine
Emily was going to murder
me. And I didn’t mean that in a literal sense. Emily made it clear that when I would wake up this morning, I wouldn’t be in my
bed but in Ben Owens’ bed. Oh God. Just the thought of waking up next to that douche-bag made me want to move to China. Or anywhere else far, far away.
“Sammy!” I heard Emily call out. And then I saw her coming out of the fashion department carrying about fifty scarves. “How did it go?” she asked excitedly. I noticed a flash of disappointment in her face as she realized I wasn’t wearing the dress from yesterday. Nevertheless, I wasn’t going to lie
to her! I mean, she was my best friend. She wasn’t going to get mad because I never had sex last night. Right?
“It’s okay to argue with him on the first date, right?” I said in a contrived, sheepish voice and a don’t-beat-me look on my face.
Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “You didn’t
I nodded. “I did,” I admitted, “But it was his fault!” I added noticing her eyes getting smaller and smaller. Oh that wasn’t good.
“How was it his fault?” she hissed.
“He said I was old!” I replied. “Not to mention a f*cking scumbag!”
“Oh,” she said pouting. “Maybe you do have a reason for arguing with him.”
“Oh you think so do you?” I asked sarcastically.
Emily followed me into in my office. “So are you going to go out with him again?” she casually asked.
I stared at her. Was she serious? “No! Of course not,” I exclaimed. “He is such a bastard.” I couldn’t even believe Em would set me up on a date with that kind of man! Oh wait, yes I can because Em only had bastards on her contacts.
“Well, give him a second chance,” said Em. “If he’s still a bastard then tell him to piss off.”
I sighed. “Em, I don’t feel … attracted to him,” I said, “I mean, I just don’t see it going anywhere.”
Emily shrugged. “Who cares?” she demanded, “If it leads you both under the sheets then what’s the problem?”
“The problem is,” I muttered through gritted teeth, “Is that I want something that will last.”
Em rolled her eyes. “Its always commitment with you isn’t it?”
“So what happened afterwards?”
I looked up. “What do you mean?” I demanded.
Emily raised her eyebrows. “I mean, did you go home or what?”
“Oh,” I murmured. “Yeah. Yes, I went home.”
“You’re lying!” she accused me. Oh sh*t.
“No I’m not!” I retorted.
“Sh*t, Sam,” she muttered in amazement. “You f*cked someone else didn’t you?”
I sighed. “Why does everything have to involve sex with you?”
She grinned. “I don’t know but it’s fun!”
“I bumped into Luke in the restaurant,” I blurted out.
Emily’s blue eyes sparkled. “And?” she said gently teasing me.
“He had a date.”
“Uh huh …”
“And he left her.” A beautiful supermodel or at least I assumed she was a supermodel due to her gigantic height. “To take me
“It doesn’t mean anything,” I said firmly.
“I beg to differ,” Em said, “I think he likes you.”
Luke Marshall? Like
“I think he was just being polite,” I disagreed.
“I think he was hoping to get lucky.”
“I think you’re insane.”
“Okay!” I stopped her with a laugh. “We’re done with that now.”
Emily smiled and folded her arms. “So do you like him just a little bit now?”
I laughed. “He’s not in my good book if that’s what you mean,” I said.
She snorted. “Who is?”
“Hey!” I exclaimed. “I have tons of people in my good book!”
“Name one,” she demanded, “Excluding myself and Sadie.”
I sighed. “Well …”
“See?” she sang.
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Doesn’t mean I’m not nice to people!” I pointed out.
“Sam, you ordered your assistant to redo your coffee four
times because it didn’t have the right amount of sugar,” she said, “You’re practically OCD.”
“I wouldn’t be OCD if she had done it right the first time.”
Em shrugged. “Yeah but you never learn anything by doing it right.”
I laughed. “You know, I think I missed the memo where today is National Douche Bag Day.”
“Happy National Douche Bag Day then!”
“I hate you.”
“And I thought we were making such good progress.”
It was Luke standing by my office door wearing one of his angelic/devilish smiles.
I smiled back. “You thought wrong,” I joked.
“She’s hates me
Luke.” Emily stood up and winked at me. “Don’t worry, Sam loves you.”
Luke laughed and I glared at her. She couldn’t be saying those type of things! Especially when Luke was in the same room!
“Emily is just joking!” I stated. “I really hate you,” I added to Luke.
Luke chuckled. “Then you’re going to hate me even more,” he said.
“Do you mind staying in late?” he asked. “I just wanted to go over the article to check a few things.”
I shrugged. “Sure.” It’s not like I had anything better to do.
“Ooh work during the night!” Emily giggled. “Are you two just
going to work on the article?”
“Yes!” I said shooting Emily an annoyed glance. “What else would we be doing?” Wrong question.
Emily laughed. “Oh I could think of a few things!” Then she sauntered out of my office.
I stared at Luke and he stared right back at me with a questioning look on his face. “I just met her,” was all I could say.
He laughed. “Of course you did,” he said, “See you later.”
“Luke!” I called out, abruptly standing up.
Luke looked back. “What is it?”
“Thank you,” I murmured. “For yesterday, I mean.”
He smiled. “Anytime.” And then he left.
I sank down on my chair and sighed. How could a person be so irritating and … nice
at the same time? He took me home. He gave me his jacket. He opened the door for me. He said good night. He was a perfect gentlemen. Unlike Cooper. Unlike Ben. But I loved
Cooper. How could I love someone and be thinking about someone else at the same time?