A/N: Hello guys :)I am back again... I tried to update this other day with TBWITB, but I didn't quite happen...
So let's get on with it, shall we?
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Chapter 2: Memories and Falling into Reality
Emily sat quietly at her breakfast table, sipping coffee and staring out her window.
This had been a running theme for the last month.
Ever since London.
One night in London had disrupted everything she thought she knew, and for the life of her, she couldn't figure out how to get it back to the way it was before. She finished her coffee and stood to grab a quick shower, determined to put London out of her mind.
That determination didn't last long however, because that night flashed into her mind once she stepped into the steamy shower, feeling the water caress her body much like Naomi did that night.
Needless to say, her recollection of what happened that night, with the small exception of where her Fitch Construction t-shirt ended up, came back full force once she had a quick word with Katie the next day.
"Fucking finally!"
That's how Emily was greeted when she weaved her way through the crowd of people in the bar, looking for her sister.
"Nice, Katie." Emily snapped back at her, glancing quickly around the table, taking notice of the guy and two other women sitting with Katie. "I told you I was stuck in traffic, yeah?"
"Well, you're here now, and it's a pleasure to meet you," the dark haired woman reached out her hand to shake, "I'm Elisabeth Stonem, but please, call me Effy."
Emily shook her hand and smiled. "Emily Fitch." She said simply, before moving on to the guy, Gerald Hannigan, and finally turning to the gorgeous blonde next to her.
"Naomi Campbell."
Emily held out her hand, eager to introduce herself, but everyone seemed to be staring at her. It wasn't until Naomi slipped her hand into Emily's that whatever they were waiting for passed by.
"You all owe me twenty quid!" Katie hollered out, as everyone except Emily started digging through purses and pockets, Gerald, Effy and Naomi slapping twenty pounds each on the table.
"Why do I get the feeling that I've missed something and am, in fact, the butt of a joke?" Emily asked no one in particular.
Katie started laughing followed by everyone else.
It was Naomi that leant over to clue in the younger twin. "My name." Emily looked confused, so Naomi decided to clue her in. "Katie bet us all that you wouldn't laugh at my name."
"Why would I laugh?"
"For fucks sake, Emsy! For a lezza, you're pretty fucking clueless when it comes to women!"
"I don't get it." Emily insisted, not sure what they were going on about, until Effy leant across the table and holding out her mobile.
Emily took it and looked at what the brunette had pulled up. At first she still didn't see what the big deal was until she looked closer. A picture of somewhat nice looking model attached to an article about fashion. The headline caught her attention on the second read through.
"Naomi Campbell shines in Milan"
"Oh, I get it." Emily grinned, not the least bit embarrassed. "You never should have fallen for a sucker bet like that! I'm crap with fashion, so Katie would've known that, yeah?"
"But it's Naomi Campbell!" Gerald exclaimed. "Anger issues, bad attitude! How can you not know who she is?"
"Sorry, but unless she's modelled for the Stanley Tool Calendar, I don't know who's who." Emily stated with a shrug.
"See guys? I told you." Katie said with a smile. "Can we order dinner now?"
The meeting started and Effy and Gerald laid out the plans for the programme. The more they talked, the more excited Emily became. This was something she could stand behind. The Stonem Group had purchased nine rundown older houses, with scouts out looking for more. The company would fix them up, one by one, with the help of the family that was to move in, therefore earning the right to live there. For the families, the hours spent working along with the construction crew would count as a down payment and then the Stonem Group would then lease to own to each family. The way Emily saw it, it was a way to help displaced families get back on their feet. Once Katie and Emily were done asking questions about the project, Effy and Naomi had questions of their own.
They started off with dinner, which then turned into drinks, until Effy suggested a club that she knew of on the other side of town. Gerald brought rounds of shots to their table and the night got messier from there.
Emily's mobile kept ringing, and after the first couple of calls she shut it off, because Georgina kept texting her, and she was having too much fun to deal with a clingy girlfriend.
"Someone bothering you?" Naomi asked as she slid into the booth next to her.
For a split second, Emily was going to tell her the truth, she really was, but something stopped her. "The guys. They get a bit anxious when they don't see me for a whole day." She lied easily, not wanting to think about Georgina when she was looking into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. They almost glowed under the flashing lights and Emily found herself mesmerised by them.
"Right." Naomi grinned at her. "Wanna dance?"
"Absolutely!" Emily stood quickly, downing her last shot and then grabbed Naomi's hand, leading her to the dance floor.
Emily took the lead and started moving to the music, as Naomi watched closely. Song after song, the two girls danced closer and closer, most of the time with Emily's back to Naomi's front.
When Emily felt Naomi's hands grip her hips, she felt a buzzing start in her stomach. It wasn't unusual, she just hadn't felt anything like it in a long time. Georgina never made her feel this way.
"Has anyone every told you how fucking beautiful you are?" Naomi had spoken into her ear, causing shivers to run up and down Emily's spine as she felt Naomi's breath on her skin.
She couldn't answer with words, so she shook her head no.
"I'm not gonna lie, it could be the alcohol talking, but I'm thinking of some very, very naughty things I'd like to do to you right now."
Emily's heart stopped right then, because it suddenly felt like the Niagara Falls was running between her thighs. She had no thoughts of her girlfriend when she took Naomi's hand and led her to the loo.
"Emily! Hurry up, honey! I've gotta use the loo!"
The sound of Georgina's voice broke Emily out of the very hot memory of her night in London, causing her to feel embarrassed when she realised where her fingers were and how close she was to an orgasm.
"Um...give me one tick!" She called out, her husky voice huskier than normal. Emily gave herself a couple seconds to cool off, before turning the shower off and grabbing the towel hanging on the rack.
As she dried herself, she continued thinking about Naomi. Emily remembered the frantic kisses in the loo, and Naomi pushing her against the door of the cubicle, attaching her lips to any visible skin she could find, and when that wasn't enough, she remembered Naomi relieving her of her Fitch Construction shirt.
"That's where it went!" Emily said out loud, realising that the shirt must have stayed behind at the club when Naomi convinced her that heading to her flat would be much better.
She finished in the bathroom, wrapping the towel around herself and opened the door to find Georgina standing there.
"Are you talking to yourself again, hun?" Georgina asked as she spilt past Emily into the small room.
Emily felt herself blush, as that tiny guilty feeling washed over her again. "Um...yeah."
"I'm making breakfast, sweetie. And then I thought I'd head over to my place and grab some more of my stuff today." Georgina said, as Emily was shutting the bathroom door, causing her to pause and stare back at the girl in confusion.
"What?"
"You know, more of my clothes, some of my books...just some little things." Georgina stated as if it was a casual thing.
But Emily's head was reeling from the news. It sounded like Georgina was moving in. But she couldn't remember any conversation that ended up with her moving in.
"Can we talk about that later?" Emily asked nervously. "It just seems like that should be something we discuss together, and I've got to get to the Brislington site."
"But I'm making pancakes!" Georgina whined.
'I fucking hate it when she does that!' Emily thought to herself bitterly, before answering her. "I can't do it, Georgie, I've gotta go...I'm running behind as it is!" She replied as she hurried into her room, closing the door behind her.
She grabbed a pair of jeans, a white vest top and a flannel shirt, along with her undergarments and quickly got dressed. She wanted to get out of the house before Georgina could continue her campaign to move in with her.
The thought of it made Emily cringe. 'Fuck!' She knew she should've ended things with her a long time ago, but she just didn't know how to. Now it was going to explode in her face!
She shoved that thought to the back of her mind as she grabbed a pair of socks and opened her bedroom door, on the hunt for her steel-toed work boots. Emily was on all fours, crawling along the front of her sofa, searching when she was interrupted.
"Dear, what are you doing down there?"
Emily stopped feeling under the sofa for a second and glared up at Georgina. "I hate it when you call me that." She snapped out. "Finally!" She rejoiced as she found one of her boots. "Have you seen my other boot?"
Georgina gave her a withering look. "Why would I know where it's at? You came in at half past two, whilst I was sleeping, drunk as well!"
It was a well known fact that Georgina hated drinking and hated when Emily drank. Georgina especially hated when Emily went out with Cook and Freddie after work, which she had been doing a lot of since London happened.
Since Naomi happened.
An apology was on the tip of Emily's tongue, but she held it in. "How the fuck was I supposed to know that you were here last night? It's not like you called to tell me!"
"Like you would have answered?" The girl snapped out. "What's been going on with you, sweetheart? Something seems off."
Emily stood up quickly, after spying her other boot across the room. She picked it up and sat down to finish getting ready to go. "Nothing, Georgie. I'm fine, yeah? I've just got a lot on, with work and everything." She said, standing up. "Look, I've really gotta go, can we talk about this later, please?"
Georgina didn't look too happy with the request, but Emily couldn't find it in her to care all that much, as she grabbed her work jacket and left.
She climbed into the cab of her Nissan, and fired it up. Emily really did have to be at one of the sites this morning, but she also couldn't seem to look Georgina in the eye knowing that she cheated on her, and that wasn't sitting too well with her.
Something else that wasn't sitting too well with Emily, was the fact that she really, really wanted to see Naomi again.
Naomi laid in bed again for the thirtieth morning in a row, smelling the pillow that Emily slept on and the other item that had taken up residence in her room since that night, which oddly enough still smelt like the younger twin.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" She muttered to herself, feeling a sadness wash over her again, just like every other morning.
Naomi's days had been filled with meeting after meeting, one construction company or other, but none of them seemed to be what Effy was looking for. They'd had to keep interviewing companies, but today was the last one, thank god!
She knew she was running late, choosing to cuddle up with the red t-shirt that she had liberated from Emily that night in the club toilets.
The Fitch Construction motto was printed boldly a crossed the back in big clock letters, "Don't Just Fix It, Fitch It!", and on the front in the upper left of the chest, written in inch high script, it said Emily Fitch, crew manager. Naomi ran her fingers across the words, remembering when she took the shirt off Emily with a smile.
She couldn't understand why this one girl was affecting her so much. Naomi never focused on just one girl before! It was a bit ridiculous, really and she vowed to put it in the past, because Emily had a girlfriend and had quickly put the best night of Naomi's life in her past.
But she found that she couldn't get rid of the memories of that night, soft brown eyes and red hair. Not a natural red, but a red that seemed to be alive when the light hit it. Naomi had found herself entranced by the different shades of red that Emily sported.
Naomi stretched out after tucking the shirt back under her pillow, and debated on whether or not to get up and shower, when her mobile started ringing.
She rolled her eyes, knowing who it was, as she reached for it. "Hello."
"You'd better be walking out the front door right now, Naomi!"
Effy's voice, which usually sounded calm and disinterested, sounded somewhat panicky.
"Effs, what's wrong?" Naomi asked, sitting up in bed.
"The last company pulled out, so no meeting with them today but...,"
Naomi knew she wasn't going to like what she was about to hear. "But what, Effy?"
"We need to have a meeting with my mum. She wants to go with the guys from Ipswich!" Effy said in a rush. "I think the owner had dinner with Anthea last night, so now she wants them on this project."
"But I thought you and I had final say?" Naomi whined, as she got out of bed altogether and started searching for clothes. "We said we wanted the Fitches!"
Naomi could try to lie to herself all she wanted, but deep down she knew the only thing keeping her from losing it was the knowledge that she'd be working very closely with Emily Fitch soon. Now that was in jeopardy of being ripped away from her.
"I'm aware of that Naomi! So now we have to go and make Anthea realise why hiring those bastards would be a mistake."
"And how are we supposed to do that?"
"I wouldn't worry about that, Nai...shower, dressed and on your way here in 20 minutes!" With that demand, Effy hung up, leaving Naomi feeling disoriented and out of sorts.
She was done and out the door in 15 minutes and on her way to the office of Anthea Stonem, hoping like hell Effy had a plan.
"Twelve of their projects have been condemned on inspection, most of their projects have been fined for not having proper permits and most of their homes have been overpriced." Effy set the thick folder in front of her mother.
Anthea Stonem was an imposing woman. Not one to give in to flights of fancy, she ran her business with an iron fist. She had to in order to keep control over everything.
When she first started the business with her late husband, Jim, they had started out small. Running a software company that expanding into a television production company, then into a wider range of businesses. Jim and Anthea would acquire a business on the verge of financial collapse and turn it around into a money making machine.
When Jim passed away ten years ago, Anthea had to fight to keep the vultures away from what they thought was a dead horse without a man in charge.
Investors didn't realise that Anthea had been the driving force behind Stonem Group the whole time, but she showed them all.
Over the years, she had more or less turned over the entertainment division to her children, Tony, who handled software development and Effy, who wanted the television side. And they've excelled at what they did.
Anthea made sure of it.
"So what are you telling me?" Anthea asked, narrowing her gaze as she scanned the file.
"I'm telling you that Foster is not who we want for this project, Mother." Effy stated in her usual manner, calm and detached, although to be honest, she was freaking out on the inside. "Hiring this company will undermine everything we want to accomplish with this project."
Anthea eyed her daughter, before turning to Naomi. "What about you?"
Naomi hated to be pinned under the soul searching gaze of any of the Stonems. She felt put on the spot, and she squirmed a little in her seat, but cleared her throat and answered. "Effy's right, Anthea. The press alone would tear the show apart once they caught wind of this." She gestured to the file, shrugging.
"We've interviewed fourteen companies in the last month." Anthea stated, as if they didn't know, before going silent.
"We've interviewed them, because you wanted that as part of the show." Effy reminded her. "I've had my mind made up before we even did the first interview."
Anthea smirked at her daughter, catching the change in her tone. "And who do you think we should go with? Wait, let me guess...you want the company with all the wonderful eye candy, don't you...Miles and Sons Contracting, yeah?" She laughed out loud, thinking how her daughter was too predictable.
Effy smirked back at her mum, raising a delicate eyebrow. "Actually, Naomi and I have decided on Fitch Construction."
Anthea stopped laughing. "What? You can't be serious, Effy!"
"Why not?" Effy and Naomi asked at the same time.
"Surely you're not objecting because it's run by two females, are you Anthea?" Naomi asked, a bit shocked at the double standard coming from the woman who built up an empire.
Anthea looked outraged at the accusation. "Watch yourself, Naomi!" She warned her. "How about the fact that they're young women! I don't think they have the experience we're looking for! Foster has been in business for almost twenty years."
"And Foster is crooked! His work is shoddy and from what I heard, he treats his crew like shite!" Effy argued.
"The Fitches have years of experience, look at their CV...," Naomi said as she dug through the file, pulling out the long résumé, "aid work in five countries, building schools, houses and a couple of hospitals. All before they were twenty."
"Their dad, Robert Fitch has been in business for almost thirty years," Effy continued for Naomi, "he started out small, something that you can appreciate, and he and his daughters have built it up to what it is today."
Anthea read the CV and the company info and was instantly impressed. Then she compared it to Foster's company info. The Fitch portfolio was indeed longer than Foster's, and she knew that the girls were right.
"Alright. You've proven your point." Anthea stated, closing the folders in front of her. "The Fitches win. Go ahead and make the call."
Effy felt her heart jumping in excitement. It wasn't very often that Anthea admitted she was wrong, so every time she did felt like a victory.
Naomi's heart was jumping for a totally different reason. It started beating to a rhythm that was new.
Emily Fitch. Over and over again.
"Thank you, Mum." Effy told her sincerely. "You won't regret this."
"I'd better not, Elisabeth." Anthea warned her, as Naomi and Effy left the room quickly.
It was decided that they would head over to Bristol and inform them in person. Effy had suggested it, and whilst Naomi was overjoyed to see the petite girl again, she feigned nonchalance.
"Sure, we've got nothing on the rest of the day." Naomi replied.
And so two hours later, after a quick text sent to Katie, Naomi and Effy found themselves driving along the M4, packed for the weekend, both of them having decided that they'd stay until Sunday.
Naomi promised herself that she would have no expectations concerning Emily, because of the mysterious girlfriend, but telling her heart that was a lost cause.
"Motherfucking cunting bastard!"
Cook and Freddie heard the swearing all the way across the job site and took off running toward it.
"Emilio?" Cook asked in a panic when he didn't see Emily up on the roof of the three story American Colonial style house they were working on. "Where the fook are ya?"
"I'm going up, Cook." Freddie stated as he was halfway up the ladder.
He cleared the last rung and hauled himself precariously onto the roof.
"Do you see 'er?" Cook asked from the ground.
Freddie scanned this side of the sloped roofing. "Not yet, I'm going over to the other side." He told Cook, as he gently picked his way up and over to the back side of the roof. He saw her on her knees, right at the edge of the roof, bleeding from her left hand. "Fucking Christ, Emsy! What happened?" He asked rushing over to her.
Emily looked up at her friend, smiling sheepishly through the pain. "I got distracted and I think I broke some bones."
"Did you smash it with your framing hammer, for fucks sake?"
"As a matter of fact...," Emily couldn't even finish because Freddie had called for Cook to bring the ladder around. "Freds, I'll be alright."
"Yeah, I know, but we're gonna get you down now." Freddie told her as Cook slapped the ladder against the side of the house.
A minute later, his head peaked over the edge. "What the fook happened?" Cook asked, with an unusual urgency in his voice.
"It's alright, Cook," Emily told him as she stood up with Freddie's help, "just a little flesh wound."
"Flesh wound, my arse!" Cook replied dropping down a few rungs, watching as she lifted her legs over and started to climb down one handed. "I'll drive ya to hospital."
"I'm not going!" Emily protested as she gingerly made her way down.
"Yes you are!" Freddie stated from above her.
Cook had grabbed the handkerchief from his back pocket and started cleaning her hand as soon as she touched the ground. "Christ, girl! You tore the skin right to the bone!"
Freddie stepped off the ladder and ran to his truck.
"Cook, please? We've got to finish this roof today and I can't do that if I'm sitting in the hospital."
"Emily, you, as our crew manager should know better! If it was anyone of us, you'd be hot on our arses to get to hospital!" Cook stated angrily. "It's the right thing to do, innit?"
Emily knew she had been called out by her best friend and hung her head. "Fine. Let's go."
Cook started leading her to where Freddie was waiting with his truck, when he saw Katie's car driving up the street.
"What the fuck happened?" Katie got out of the drivers seat after stopping and saw Emily's hand.
"I had an accident." Emily stated simply. "Don't worry, the guys are taking me to the hospit-,"
"Oh my god, are you alright?" The voice coming from the other side of the car, stopped Emily's train of thought.
She finally noticed Effy and Naomi and felt heat pool in her stomach as she stared into Naomi's blue eyes, the same blue eyes that she had been dreaming about for a month.
"Katie?" Effy smirked at her, wondering want was going on. "Can anyone clue me in here?"
"She needs to get that hand looked at." Freddie said to the tall brunette.
"We'll take her." Katie said ushering her into the back seat of her car, Effy and Naomi following. "Freds. Cook, I need you guys to finish up here, okay? Dad's bringing the owners in tomorrow to see the progress."
"Right, but let us know what happens, yeah?" Cook agreed. "C'mon, Freds."
Katie nodded and climbed into the car.
"Here, let me help with that?" Naomi had said when she saw Emily struggling with the cloth around her hand.
"Thank you."
"So what the fuck happened up there, Emily?" Katie asked as she navigated through the city streets.
Emily didn't know how to explain, because really, how did you talk about a girl distracting you when that very same girl was sitting close enough to touch?
"I wasn't paying attention. It just happened." Emily muttered, feeling tingles in her fingers that had nothing to do with the pain, as Naomi tried to mop up the blood.
When the cloth became to drench with Emily's blood, Naomi did the only thing she could think to do and reached into her bag, pulling out a little pen knife and started cutting off a strip of her t-shirt. Once she had enough, Naomi gently wrapped that around Emily's hand.
"That should last until we get you to the hospital." Naomi said quietly, unaware that she exposed a small strip of skin and that now Emily was now fixated on what she saw.
Effy saw it though, as she gazed into the rearview mirror and she couldn't help the smirk that formed.
'This should be interesting.' She thought to herself, as Katie drove to the hospital.
"C'mon! Give me my drink!"
"No! You're not supposed to be drinking, Ems!" Naomi laughed as she heard herself slurring her words. "You're on heavy pain meds."
Emily huffed and tried crossing her arms in front of herself, until a burst of pain shot up her arm. "Fucking hell! Please can I have my drink?" She whined.
"Fine, here you go! But when you're sicker than a dog tomorrow, don't come crying to us!" Katie shouted over the music, handing Emily her pint.
The trip to the A&E lasted about an hour, where Emily found out that she didn't break anything, merely fractured a couple of bones and ripped the skin of her hand open. After an anaesthetic, more than a few stitches and a wrapped up splint, the doctor gave her some pain pills and a script for more.
Effy decided to treat them all to dinner, where she and Naomi delivered the news, so Katie decided that they needed to celebrate properly.
That was how Emily found herself sitting next to the captivating blonde, totally forgetting that she was supposed to be having a talk with her annoying girlfriend.
She couldn't help herself, not really. It was just so easy to be with Naomi because she was smart and funny, she didn't think it was strange that Emily swung a hammer for a living or that she double majored at uni and held a degree in business management and was also a licensed architect and a contractor.
The celebration turned into a rave when Cook and Freddie and some of the other guys from the crew turned up and started buying drinks.
Emily had to bite her tongue when Cook cornered her by the bar and told her that he was gonna have a go at Naomi, forgetting that the only ones who knew about her and the blonde were her, Naomi and Katie.
So she watched nervously, as Cook started to weave his way through the crowd, homing in on where Emily left Naomi dancing. Emily couldn't hide the smile that she knew she was sporting when she saw Naomi shake off his advances, knowing that she really had no right to feel jealous, but she did.
And it hit over and over again. Those little pangs of jealousy. Every time someone new came along to dance with Naomi, they would flare up, until she finally couldn't stand it anymore and pushed her way through the crowd.
Naomi saw her and smiled. "What's up, Fitch?" She shouted over the music, but Emily didn't say anything, choosing to smile instead. "Wanna dance?"
The redhead took the opportunity and started moving to the music, inching closer and closer to the blonde, until they were both lost in their own little world.
Effy watched her best mate gravitate toward the younger twin all night long, and she didn't know whether to be excited by the prospect of them hooking up or upset that Naomi was being Naomi, and taking advantage of a drugged up straight girl.
If Naomi pulled her usual shit, their whole project could blow up in their faces, and there'd be no way Effy could save her from losing her job.
"Twenty quid says they don't last the whole night without finding a nice little spot to get cosy." Freddie said as he and Katie had made their way back to the table where Effy was resting, and he couldn't help but smile as he saw his best friend start dancing with the blonde.
Effy smirked at him. "I'm not taking that bet, because if I know Naomi," she stated as she looked back over to where the two of were grinding against each other, whilst Naomi was nibbling on Emily's neck, "she's already thought about it."
Katie and Freddie giggled and Effy's smile got bigger. She was about to say something else, when Cook and another one of Emily's crew, Sid, came rushing over.
"Katie!" Cook called out, slightly out of breath.
"What?" Katie looked at him and Sid, noticing that he looked guilty. "What the fuck have you done now, Sid?"
Sid flinched as Katie shouted at him. He hated when she did that, but he couldn't help it.
"Well, I may have...um...I ran into...I-I sort of tol-," Sid stammered, unable to form a complete sentence.
"For fooks sake, man! Yer embarrassing yerself!" Cook shook his head in disgust, before turning back to Katie. "Georgie's here! And looking for Emily, so you might wanna do summat wiv those two!" He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb at Emily and Naomi, who now had started snogging on the dance floor.
"Fuck me! Naomi's finally gonna get the shit beat outta her by an angry boyfriend!" Effy replied loudly, causing Katie, Freddie and Cook to stare at her in disbelief. "What? It's almost happened before! Naomi has a habit of picking up straight girls with boyfriends or husbands...,"
She trailed off as the three of them started laughing at her.
"If you fuckers are done, we need to break those two up!" Effy shouted at them over the music, causing Katie to turn toward her sister.
"Fuck! It's too late." Katie told her, as they all turned to watch was about to happen.
"EMILY!"
The voice was shrill but it carried well over the music, acting better than a bucket of ice cold water against Emily's skin, causing her to stiffen and pull away from Naomi.
She didn't want to turn around, because then she would see that look in Georgina's eyes. That look that always told Emily what a fuck up she was, and then that would be followed by crying and pleading, and she really didn't wanna deal that right now. Not when she had been two breaths away from following Naomi back to her hotel room, where they would have gone for round two.
Emily could hear Georgie yelling from behind her and instead of turning around, she looked up, feeling the world fall away from her as Naomi's normally warm laughing eyes were now ice cold orbs shooting deadly looks at Emily and Georgina, no doubt.
"Looks like you've already got plans for the night, Ems!"
Naomi spat out, and whilst Emily tried to say something, anything at all, she found that she couldn't because what was there to say? I'm sorry that I have a girlfriend? Somehow Emily didn't think that would work, as she watched Naomi turn and leave her standing there.
Emily watched her dream girl walk away, but when she was out of sight, the sound of Georgie crying broke through her Naomi haze.
"Fuck me!" Emily mumbled under her breath, knowing that Georgina would wiggle her way deeper into Emily's life because of this. And wishing she had the metaphorical balls to just woman up and break up with the girl.
One thing she knew for sure was, this was gonna be a long night.
Alright, another one down...Alright guys, I don't usually do this, but I am begging for reviews on this one...only because I'd love to know what you all think of it, your views on where you think this could go, and just in general if it's good or bad... I just would like to know if this one is worth continuing...so yeah...
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