Page 24 of The Dicktionary Club

‘Who cares, babe? He looks like another womanising prick if you ask me,’ I snapped back, reminding myself of his dark eyes scanning my body.

‘Oh, he is! He dated Miss Scotland for two years, but I heard he dumped her on her twenty-fifth birthday.’ Katy’s eyes expanded, like she would explode if she didn’t get out everything she had on this man.

‘Are you sure that wasn’t Leo?’ I asked, vaguely familiar with the famous actor’s preference for younger women.

Katy tilted her head to one side. ‘Hmmm .?.?. maybe actually. But he definitely dumped a girl on her birthday. Like a supermodel or influencer or something.’

I let out a sigh, unimpressed. ‘Yep, just as I thought, he sounds like another prick.’ I was beginning to feel deflated by the number of arseholes I’d encountered over the past few days of the Dicktionary Club being set in motion, and I’d still only been on the one real date.

But Katy was obsessing, craning her neck to see further into the gym. ‘Where do you think he went?’ she asked.

I rolled my eyes. We had all of the Blaze Boost to shift and not one piece of footage to share to socials. I knew how important it was to gather good content for the client and Andrea, or our boss would definitely kill both of us.

‘Katy.’ I popped my hands on my friend’s shoulders. ‘We need to focus on Blaze Boost right now, OK? If you pull it off, this will be big time,’ I said, trying to ground her.

‘Yeah .?.?. OK.’

I sighed. ‘Thank you!’

‘So, do you think he trains here or has a meeting in the coffee shop?’ she asked, having retained nothing of what I’d just said.

‘Yeah, he trains in his shirt and trousers,’ I snapped. ‘He’s obviously in the changing rooms or .?.?.’ I felt a smile appear on my face. ‘Wait. That’s it! Grab your phone. I’ll take the cans.’

Katy looked confused as I crammed as many cans as possible into my arms and headed towards the David Lloyd changing rooms. I pushed open the women’s door with my shoulder and Katy followed me inside.

Immediately, we saw a bunch of around ten girls crowded around one woman who was visibly upset. They were in their late twenties I’d say, and they all seemed to have had some work done, and I wasn’t sure if it had made them look younger or older, but they were certainly all beautiful in their own glamorous way.

As soon as the door shut over behind us, the girl began sobbing loudly.

‘Wow. Tough crowd already,’ Katy whispered.

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. Katy approached the group.

‘Hey! We’re so sorry to interrupt.’

The girls turned around to us, looking surprised.

‘So, I’m Katy, and this is Ella, and we work for .?.?.’

Shuddering heaves were coming from the girl who was crying, and one of the other women had wrapped her arm around her.

‘Oh. We’re so sorry, this is obviously a bad time,’ Katy said.

‘It’s .?.?. it’s fine. What’s up?’ the upset girl managed between sniffles.

I glanced at Katy, who was swaying between full pitch mode or wanting to join in on bitch mode. ‘Are you sure? Are you OK? Hey, what’s happened?’

Bitch mode it was.

‘I’m fine .?.?. honestly. I’m fine, angel.’ But the girl had barely got the words out when she burst into tears again, holding her face in her impeccably manicured hands.

‘Look, she’s just going through something at the moment. An incredibly tough, emotional breakup,’ one of the other women piped up in the poshest Glasgow uni accent I’d ever heard.

‘Oh my God,’ Katy puffed, her shoulders finally relaxing. ‘I know how that feels, trust me.’

‘She sure does,’ I clarified.

‘And the guy who broke her heart and basically is the LOHL just ignored her! We were planning on going to a spin class and he just stormed past her without saying a word!’ one of the other girls added.

---