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Two drops of Chanel n°5, right behind the ears, before wearing my excuse for a dress.
Colin kept messaging me: he was very worried about me joining the party since I was clearly not ok and about how I changed my mind after I spoke to my... lover of mystery.
"What happened? Did he force you to come here? Are us gals likely subject to be threatened by him?"
Oh Gawd, he knew nothing about me and the hunky boss, thankfully!
I was ready to go.
Kind of.
Last look to my couch before leaving: it would have been so easy, jumping back on it and letting the whole world outside down.
But the easiest thing to do is never the best thing to do, so I just turned off all of the lights, closed the door and left.
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My destination was right in front of me.
Well, it would have been right in front of me, if it wasn't for the gazillion of cars poorly parked before the villa.
Just an ordinary villa.
No Eyes Wide Shut vibes: an ordinary villa, in the ordinary campaign outside Chicago.
The gate was already open: I wore my mask and made my way to the door. Let me tell you, that basicness was pretty comfortable.
Once at the party, I immediately looked for my friends: there were many men and women, it was really difficult. My master plan was clear: find Colin and the girls, tell them about my past and spill the tea about our boss.
"You're here... Finally..."
I heard this voice, calling me behind my back: "Robin?"
The woman approached me, smiling: "I was sure you queens would have added glamour to the night... You all look spectacular," she said, giving me a glass of wine.
Thinking of the atrociously bad dress I was wearing that night, I felt everything, I swear, EVERYTHING, but spectacular.
"Thank you very much, Robin. I just arrived at the party, actually, so I haven't seen 'em, yet."
"Don't worry, I'm sure you will see each other. But my business partner is also looking for you. Can really tell he's dying to meet you as he's met the other gals."
Fire on my cheeks, in a second! I would have preferred to inform her after I've informed my friends, but I said to myself I would have done the right thing, at all costs, so...
"Yeah... Well... About that, I'm actually feeling the urge to tell you something..."
Robin nodded quickly, but her eyes were looking at somewhere else.
"Honey, don't take me as a rude woman but they're calling me. We're going to talk about it tomorrow. Promise!"
And she left.
Great.
At least, I can say I tried...
I began looking around, among masked people in Victorian costumes, trying to recognize someone familiar. But as long as I kept my eyes all over the place, I grew the weird feeling of someone keeping their eyes on me...
My pochette vibed: a notification on my smartphone.
Wait a second...
My smartphone! I have a smartphone! I can look for my friends by message!
"Bitch has arrived, still can't see your asses. Let me know!"
Message sent on Whatsapp. Once I got my phone back in my purse, then it was the moment I saw him, taking a long sip of wine, his back on the wall.
His face was covered by an aquamarine mask, his head was shaved and his body under that elegant blouse was quite beefier than the time of our... encounter, but I was sure it was him!
I was far from him, but I could feel his magnetic eyes over me: I felt naked under his sight, his silent hunger. He could have me, in an instant.
He knew it.
I knew it.
But if we met, I would have not said anything else, to anyone else: and I promised myself, I would have got hidden behind secrets and silences, no more.
Silence tore me apart from Dylan and I would have not committed that mistake, anymore.
Geez, Spencer... Who are you trying to convince? He's so hot and seductive and you're terribly weak...
"Hey, look who just showed up!"
That loud voice, coming from my left... A familiar voice!
When I turned, my girls were there.
Vanilla, Liv, Bristina: damn, I was so happy!
"Ladies, you're all gorgeous... I definitely wish my dress was as good as yours!"
"Yeah," Liv answered, "it's exactly what we wished when we saw you!"
"Bitch is right," said Bristina, nodding.
I smiled: bitch was really right.
Vanilla took my hand, concerned: "We've been so worried... Can you tell us what happened?"
The moment has finally come.
I took a very long breath and looked around: he was there, pinning his magnetic sight on me.
Not like he was getting me uncomfortable, or unsafe. It's just... I had to stay focused and I would have not being able to do that, with a beautiful, sexy, bear who knew who to fill any costume with some beef. Speaking of beef... I would have died to rub my hand on his dick over his pants...
"Can we please, not stay here? I need to talk to you in a more quiet place."
We moved outside and I've finally opened my chest.
I told them about my past, about Dylan, about me loving him, hating him, canceling him, getting to the point of irremediably losing him and missing him: everything came out, memory after memory, regret after regret, pain after pain.
You know, earlier that day, my body tried to free me from the negativity, pushing me to puke.
But all I actually needed, was to cry.
And it happened, finally. Tears came out of my eyes, like a river, running after an obstacle got removed and leading to a waterfall.
I felt my heart shattered, ripped apart.
I felt free.
I felt human.
My gals stayed in silence as I emptied my tank of guilts and I was just contemplating my secrets, spilled like poison, vanishing in the air. Whether they backed me or not, I really, really, really felt free, after years and I would have felt gratitude towards them, no matter what.
But they didn't, luckily: they approached and as their mouths didn't make a sound, their arms moved to surround and hug me.
"Oh, sweetheart. Nobody is safe from making mistakes..."
Vanilla kissed my head.
"You've just carried this huge stone made of pain, all by yourself. No one deserves to live like that," Bristina said along.
"Thinking of yourself, as the worst person in the world, when you're only human. Don't do that to yourself, don't do that anymore!"
Liv's words were the ultimate healing to my soul's wounds and I loved her and my friends for that. I was glad they did not judge me.
But my tank was still to be emptied.
"Wait, I'm not done. I have more to tell..."
Deep breathe and there I went, again.
"The day of the rugby game, something happened..."
"You dirty, lying slut..."
Oh, no. Vanilla, I mean, Colin, has found out he was right!
"I have told you! I have told all of you bitches so! She got laid with the beefy stud, in the fricken' toilet!"
They were all excited, as I was... "Wait, what?"
A general laugh was the answer.
"Spencer, we don't wanna say you were drooling like a belieber in front of 2010 Bieber but, girl, that day you should have covered Justin Timberlake: Drool Me A River!"
"Alright, then tell us! Did you fuck?"
"No!" I felt that damn fire on my face, again, "It was just... Some heavy petting, some wet make-outs. No oral sex. He also froze the action before the orgasm... But that's not the point at the moment!" I punctuated, as Bristina opened her mouth to say something.
"This guy, I've found out earlier he is also our boss, alongside Robin."
Silence, again.
Ironically, it was harder to share this truth, than the other one about my past.
Liv spoke first: "You're basically saying, you had a hookup with a sexy muscled, beefy, furry guy who also has lots of money and is giving us a job... And you're saying that as bad news!?"
The other two said ditto and I looked at them, confused: "For real? It's not a game! It's about being professional! And we would not be professional if Robin finds out that one of her new artists is sucking her associate's cock!"
"So, are you gonna suck his cock!?"
I looked at Bristina, screaming internally.
I wasn't angry with her. Just, quite scared by the situation.
"Girl... We gotta talk. For real."
Vanilla took my hand and talked to me: "You've suffered so much, for love, all over your life. And since the darkness has been lighted up by a tiny spark, do not let your inner ghosts blow it out. Live it... Just live it."