Page 14 of Just Like You
I had to laugh out loud, because this was just ludicrous. The chance that he’d taken his watch off during the night and then accidentally dropped it straight into my bag? Absolutely plausible. And now I had a 20K Rolex in my possession, and the bitch in me snickered happily. The decent human I was wasn’t finding this funny at all. Well. I would just have to make a cup of tea and sitmyself down and eat humble pie. Google this bastard and get his watch couriered back to his fancy flat or wherever he lived.
Bastard. A bastard indeed.
“Sonny,” I said as the man himself picked up.
“Jules, babes. Where the fuck have you been? Tried to ring you! Had a party to attend, and you would have loved it. Right lot of tasty little twinks there and, yes, my dear. I might have indulged.”
“Indulged. The twinks all topped you?” I snipped and he laughed.
“Darling, no. But I was more than happy to indulge in a good dose of watching.”
“Were you now? Well, I have been sleeping off a good one.”
“Told you. New York Grindr guy?”
“Do I ever offer up a repeat performance?” I might have sounded more annoyed than I actually was.
“Honey.” He sighed.
“I fucked a diamond card holder,” I replied flatly.
“You didn’t.” A gasp, him visibly clutching those imaginary pearls he pretended to wear. “You absolute slut.”
“A bastard as well, grumpy idiot with zero manners, then turned up at the hotel when I was attempting a brisk walk.”
“For your health.”
“Obviously.”
“Not at all looking for trouble.” He grimaced. Tutted.
“Absolutely not.” Now I was clutching my pearls. The ones I pretended to adorn my slim little neck with. “But then he accosted me in the hallway, and I had to escape a nosy maid, so I retreated into my room with haste.”
“And he followed.”
“Obviously.”
“Let me sit down. This had better be good.”
He did as well, plonked his arse down on his sofa. I knew his flat as well as I knew my own house. Best friends and all that, Sonny was solid. Sometimes unhinged, but…solid.
“Now, I was going to tell all about those twinks, but instead you have completely stolen my slutty thunder with this little escapade of yours. So. Do tell, dear.”
“Eff off.” I grinned.
“Don’t,” he warned. “You started this. Now Uncle Sonny needs details.”
“Big. Hairy. Huge cock, and he knew how to use it.”
“Very nice.”
“Then he stayed the night.”
“Julian!” Sonny squealed. “The bastard.”
“No sense of shame. Had to evict him as I left, wearing only boxers and dress slacks. Most disturbing.”
“Awkward,” Sonny sang.
