Interrupted Vol 1 Page 8

  “I love you too!”

  “Come on let’s get lunch.” Taking my hand, we head to his car and grab lunch off campus. It’s a beautiful day in Atlanta, and he looks happy. Carefree.

  “We’re graduating in a few weeks,” I smile, knowing what we’re going to be doing after graduation.

  “I know,” he kisses my hand, “I have so many plans for us. You’re still on board, right?”

  I nod. “Of course. It’s you and me forever.”

  “Forever,” he smiles. “You’re my forever, Camila.”

  Drying my tears with a cigarette in my hand, I stare at nothing outside. Sitting here, alone, on the balcony of my apartment isn’t doing anything for me. Pulling the plush throw blanket around my shoulders, I place my lips around my cigarette, inhale the nicotine and blow it out, watching the smoke fly into the air.

  Why the fuck am I doing this to myself? Sitting here crying like a bitch. I don’t cry. I don’t let things get to me. This cold, icy heart doesn’t know happiness. She’s gone, and has been gone since I was eighteen.

  THE NEXT MORNING I send Sharp a text thanking him for the flowers and his card. Both made me smile. He hasn’t said anything back, and I hope he’ll answer soon. I feel like a teenager waiting for the popular boy to text me back.

  Settling on the massage table, I let the music of the ocean take me to a place when things were simple, and all I had to worry about was passing a test. The massage therapist knows I want a quiet session, so she works on my neck down to my back. I can feel the knots as she’s working them and feel the stress leaving my body. I breathe in and out, keeping my eyes closed and focusing on letting her work my body. A two-hour massage is needed today.

  “Cam, I know you want a quiet session, but your back is all jacked up. Want me to focus on your neck and back today?”

  “Please,” I mumble before falling asleep.

  This massage is what I need right now. Just two hours to myself to forget about what’s going on in my life. Our divorce is final, and the house has been sold. It happened so fast. Henry and I haven’t talked, not that I want to. Money has been deposited into my account, but I don’t touch it. Part of me wants to donate it to charity, while the other part of me wants to burn it and watch the ashes, like our marriage, blow away. So many years lost. So many years I’m not getting back.

  Walking out of the spa, I feel a little better. There’s still an ache in my heart, but it’s not from Henry. It’s from my What If.

  I head to Beverly’s for the day to spend some much-needed time with my best friend. Pulling into her beautiful lakefront home in Canadaigua, I walk inside and through the house before reaching the deck.

  Dylan’s at the grill with his beer, looking at Beverly as she’s relaxing in the pool. “Hey you.”

  “Whoa, girl. You’re alive?”

  I laugh, lightly pushing him to the side. Dylan’s like the brother I’ve always wanted. Since day one he’s been there for me, loving me, protecting me and picking up the pieces of my broken past. “Yes, I’m alive. And I promise no more heavy drinking!

  “I heard,” he frowns. “Listen, I know things are hard now, but don’t turn to drinking. It’s only a temporary fix. Keep us with you and don’t think you have to be alone. You know you could’ve moved in with us. I don’t know why you got the apartment.”

  “I need my own space. Plus when Princess comes I don’t want to be around. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy, but right now I want to enjoy my peace and quiet. Throwing a baby in the mix isn’t part of my plan anymore.”

  “I get it, girl. No need to explain. Better go see her before she kills you.” I lean in kissing his cheek.

  “Thanks, Dylan.”

  Slowly walking to Beverly, I leave the bright pink gift bag on the lounge table, strip out of my clothes and get in the warm pool.

  “Hi,” I slowly and cautiously say. “Remember how much you love me?”

  “Uh huh,” she responds, not looking at me.

  “Don’t be mad, Bev! I was going through some shit. And I’m sorry.”

  She turns in her raft, looking at me. “I know, and I get it. I just wish you can let me in and let me help you. I don’t know why you think doing these things on your own is helping you. You have me, Dylan and Baby Gretchen here. Let us be your friends, Cam.”

  “It’s hard. I’m losing everything. I feel like I’m drowning with nowhere to go.” I know Beverly’s right. The bond with these two is unbreakable. They’ve seen me at my worse and best. They had to pick up the pieces of my heart when everything came crashing down. I owe my life to these two. “I’ll try harder though.”

  Resting in the pool with Beverly is nice. I tell her more about Sharp, and she tells me about Gretchen Rose. I rub her stomach. A part of me wishes it were me having a baby, and the other part is happy I’m not.

  Being here with my friends is what I need. My friends will help me through this, even though I’m not sure what I need help with.

  Heading back to my apartment, I quickly shower and change into sweatpants and a loose shirt. Tonight is all about being comfortable. Resting on my bed with my Kindle, I pull up the book I’ve been reading, More With You by Kaylee Ryan. Reading takes me away, and for a few moments I forget about everything.

  The next morning, I decide on a little shopping trip. Beverly’s sick and Natalie’s away for the weekend, so it’s just me. Stepping into Eastview Mall, I start walking ready to shop. Von Maur has so many nice things. I look at the purses and shoes. My shopping assistant puts my purchased items to the side, and I walk out and head for Victoria’s Secret. Sure, I have no one for whom to wear lingerie, but you never know. Women should always have matching bras and panties. A woman needs to feel beautiful in her skin, and Victoria’s Secret does that for you!

  After trying on a few things, I make my purchase and head toward Banana Republic. I need a change. With Henry out of my life, this is my chance to start over.

  An email went out saying Sharp’s going to be back in town soon. There’s no exact date, but I need to be ready. This will be the first time we meet, and I need to look perfect. I’ve been going to the gym, focusing on cardio and squats. I’ve never been fat, but my muscles aren’t defined. I want to look toned and sexy, not just skinny. I’m watching what I eat and cutting out sweets indefinitely.

  After my little shopping spree, I head to Black and Blue for dinner. It’s quiet tonight, but nice. I love coming here. Sitting upstairs, I swirl my wine in my glass, thinking about Sharp. I sent him a few text messages, but nothing in return.

  Heading home, I crawl into bed, bringing the blanket to my nose and try to turn off my mind to get some sleep.

  Waking up in a pool of sweat I rub my eyes, letting them adjust to the dark room. I haven’t dreamt of Ayden in so long. Even after all this time I still think about him.

  Sitting on my bed I know I’m not getting any more sleep. Why is this happening now? I’m doing everything I can to close my eyes and escape into a deep sleep. I count to one hundred and take a few sleeping pills, but nothing. My mind is whirling, and it won’t stop. I can’t get myself to stop thinking.

  It’s nearly five in the morning, and I know I can’t get back to sleep. Heading into work a few hours early, I start the next projects and let my mind focus on that. Filling my coffee cup, I take a few quick sips, letting the hot, caffeinated liquid wake me up. I’m not sure how people function without it.

  “Knock, knock.” I turn around and see Natalie walking in, holding a large Edible Arrangement with a large bouquet of lilies — my favorite.

  “What’s that?”

  “For you,” she smiles, placing the goodies on my desk.

  Reaching for the card, I open the envelope and read the message.

  Soon your pussy will know.

  -Sharp

  “Why are you blushing?” Natalie yanks the card from my hands and gasp. “Holy shit!”

  “Yeah, I know. What the hell am I supposed to do?”


  “Smile and be lucky. Do you know that Sharp’s never had a girlfriend? He doesn’t do the whole sending-flowers thing to women and does not have any female friends besides Taylor and me.” She sits down on the edge of my desk, twirling her red hair. “Are you two dating?” She mischievously asks.

  “NO!” I quickly respond. “We’ve never even met!”

  “I see.” I feel Natalie studying me, trying to determine if I’m telling the truth. “Well, I think the both of you are an item, and I can’t wait to tell Taylor!”

  “There’s nothing to tell!”

  “Yeah, okay,” she gets off my desk and walks towards the door. “Sharp does not do the flower thing. Remember that,” she winks before leaving.

  Sitting in my chair, tapping my pen against my desk her last words play in my head. Sharp doesn’t seem like the sweet and romantic guy. He’s an ass, but a sexy, very alluring ass. He pushes me beyond my comfort zone, and I let him. With him there’s no shame. With him, I’m not embarrassed.

  My eyes read the card over and over again. I can’t stop looking at his message. I want this with Sharp. I want Sharp. Everything about him pulls me in, and I don’t think I can turn back.

  HEADING INTO MY OFFICE late at night, I walk in and look around. Natalie’s kept my desk organized and put the papers in a way I like it to be. After reviewing the papers, I get up from my desk and head to Camila’s office. Inside, there are the flowers I sent her, and I smile. I fucking smile.

  But I’m not ready to meet her. It’s not as though I don’t think she’ll like what she sees, because I’m not ugly. Although, I do have a feeling she’ll be upset, and I don’t know what will happen. I have to be careful. This is the last portion of the plan. It’ll work. My plan will work.

  Getting my work done, I head home and try to find sleep. My heart races, and I can’t calm down. The bed feels cold and dark tonight. Is it because tomorrow will change everything?

  SHARP’S NOT IN the office today, but he emailed me, and I don’t know what to do.

  Cam,

  Please meet me at my house after work. I need to see you.

  -Sharp

  Looking down at my beige dress with my pink cardigan, I let out a few breaths. I like my outfit and feel really good. I’m going to meet Sharp tonight. I’m going to see him, and he’ll see me. Things will work out. I run my hand through my hair and try not to jump up and down in my seat.

  Finishing my second cup of coffee, I head to my first meeting, but I can’t focus. I’m useless today. I keep checking my phone and there’s nothing from Sharp.

  Me: Are you okay? You haven’t texted me.

  Me: Do you need me to bring anything? Wine? Anything?

  After the meeting I decide to get lunch. It’s warm out today. There are no clouds in the clear, blue sky. Driving with the window down, the cool September air flows through my car, leaving me feeling refreshed.

  Driving to PF Changs, I try to think about what I want for lunch. I need to focus for a few minutes so I don’t obsess about what’ll happen today. Leaving my car in the valet area, I get out and head toward the restaurant. Walking inside and not paying attention, I bump into someone.

  “I’m so sorry,” I say, touching her arm, making sure she’s okay.

  “Oh, it’s okay dear.” She looks at me and smiles. I smile back, glad that she’s all right. Looking down I see a baby boy in the stroller. His eyes find mine, and instantly I feel something pulling me to him.

  “He’s adorable,” I tell her.

  “Thank you, dear. Grayson gets it from his father,” she says proudly. “Well, if you’ll excuse me I need to get going.”

  “Have a great day,” I tell her, looking back to Grayson. Something in me comes alive. Why is this little boy making me feel like this?

  When I put in my order, I head to the bar and wait. Sitting at the bar, I slowly sip on my red wine. I need something strong and dry to calm my nerves. The mixed emotions in me are confusing the hell out of me. Something isn’t sitting right. Grayson seems so similar. There’s something about his face that I can’t shake. Is this in my head? I have no idea what’s going on.

  Pulling out my phone, I text Natalie.

  Me: What’s Sharp’s son’s name?

  I don’t know why I’m asking her this. But it feels right.

  Natalie: Grayson…Why?

  Not answering her back, I jump out of the chair and run out of the restaurant. Pulling up the email from Sharp, I enter in his address in my GPS and quickly head to his home.

  I’m two point three miles away, and I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe and my hands are shaking. What the hell is wrong with me? His eyes. Those eyes stared at me for years, and I would know them anywhere. This isn’t happening. This can’t be it, but I know it is. I know this is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

  Turning left and then pulling into his driveway. I get out of my car, not even turning it off. Running up the path, I ring the doorbell. Taking a few deep breaths, I let it out and wait. I ring the doorbell again and hear someone walking. Fuck! Fuck!

  When the door opens, my mouth drops. I feel tears rushing from my eyes. No, this isn’t real. I’m dreaming and I’m going to wake up and meet Sharp!

  How is this possible? How!

  “Ayden?”

  “Hi, Camila.”

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