Page 50 of Lost In London

Running her hands up and down my chest, she leaned in until her head rested on my heart. I know she felt its erratic beating and how hard I was breathing. I know she felt the tremble in my body from having her so close to me. She affected me in so many ways that I had a hard time keeping my mind focused on one thing but it all centered around her.

“Thank you for tonight. I appreciate you more than you know.” Leaning up she kissed me, letting our lips fuse until her knuckles brushed across my stomach making me groan.

Stepping back before we gave Cassian a show, I took her hands and kissed them. “Thank you for letting me in.”

It was the cutest thing to see her blush. Seeing her finally embrace her softness around me. “See you Saturday?”

Moving back so she could head inside, I started grinning wide as hell, excited that she and I would be together again in a few days. “Yes ma’am.”

Nodding, she walked the short distance from my car to her porch. Right as she reached the top step where Cassian stood, she turned my way and gave me that smile that made my chest grow tight. “Oh, you can pick me up too.” She winked, making my grown ass blush.

This damn girl.

Ignoring Cassian’s mug, I walked to my side of the car as he started complaining. “You out here being fresh and fast. See if I let you out of the house again. You on punishment until I say so.”

“Never did we think one of New York’s socialite princesses would come out of hiding as a member of the LGBQ community. Can’t say that we didn't see that coming considering her collection of chocolate men that have had the pleasure of knowing the count of her Egyptian cotton sheets.”

“How many times are you going to read that stupid article? I doubt the blogger is even known.” For the first time in a long time I wasn’t at all concerned with what the media had to say about my life nor was I surprised pictures of Olena and me from Julianna’s party ended up in the hands of a mediocre blogger. My parents and family weren’t as welcoming to the news and have been calling my phone nonstop for the last two days.

Still tickled pink by the current blog post floating around social media, Luna whipped the comedy tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry, friend, but this is funny. Has Olena said anything to you?”

Pausing from combing out my bob, I rolled my eyes so damn hard at the camera. “Girl, I had to block her from all the calling she’s been doing.” I wasn’t blind to any of the pictures being taken that night.

I didn’t care, honestly.

After my little run in with Julianna in the bathroom, I felt like she was going to be on some petty mess. We’ve hung out with her a few times, taken plenty of pictures but never has she ever posted pictures of me and Olena and tagged me in them.

She even went so far as being the one who commented on the blogs that I was in a new lesbian relationship testing out the waters and some other dumb stuff. Olena kept apologizing because she knew I didn’t want my life, our relationship especially, broadcasted for the world to see, yet her friend still had those pictures up.

My parents were livid.

Landon was borderline disowning me, Andrea wanted to talk things out and get in my head, and Quincey still wanted to take me out tonight.

That was all I cared about.

Everybody else, I didn’t have to explain a damn thing to them. This was my life and I was living it how I wanted to.

Huffing, I picked up my vibrating phone and opened the text message.

Unknown: I saw you the other day. You look more beautiful each time I see you. I miss you, London.

Over and over I read the text message, unable to pull my eyes away. Within the last two months, his messages started again and became a daily occurrence. He was the one that always saw me. I never saw him.

“Is that him?” Ignoring Luna I scrolled up the text thread and saw all the pictures he sent of me out and about. Pictures of me at my shop or getting my hair done. Text messages expressing how much he still liked me. How he still wanted to be with me and that he was waiting for me to forgive him.

Forgive him…

Elgin wanted me to forgive him so we could be together.

“London!”

Snapping out of the trance his messages always put me in, I shook my head out of the fog and looked at her frowning. Upper body leaned forward like she was ready for whatever if I said the word. She was always ready on go. Ready for war with whomever. “Huh?” Picking up my comb I went back to combing out my hair like nothing happened.

“Do they know he’s contacting you? Does Cassian know?”

I tried to remain unaffected.

Tried to make it seem like Elgin’s text hadn’t gotten to me when really it had me scared shitless. My hands were trembling, I felt the sting of tears starting to pool in my eyes. I made it almost a year without any contact from him and now he popped up like nothing happened. Cassian and Amell have been trying to find him for a year now but were unsuccessful. Both made me swear that if he ever reached out, if I knew where he was, I was to tell them.

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