Hi!
So I've had quite a few requests for this to be updated- quite out of the blue actually considering I haven't updated it in ages!
Well, this is for those who requested it- I had to remind myself what the story was about when I got that first review xD
Please review if possible with your thoughts- they're always appreciated! -Sophie? x
Connie awoke the next morning to the sun streaming through the opened blinds. She was laid on her stomach, one arm slung out to her right. Just as she was about to go back to sleep again, she hauled herself up onto her forearms and looked around the room blearily.
This wasn't her bedroom.
The room was white and rather cluttered, whereas hers was deep red and pin neat. She sat up properly and tried to recollect how she got there. Then it hit her.
Cal.
The gentle sound of his footsteps grew louder as she struggled to throw on her clothes that had been discarded at the end of the bed that previous evening. He opened the door to find her rooting through her bag for a hairbrush.
"Morning." He said softly, placing two steaming mugs on the bedside table. "I made some tea before we have to get off- just milk isn't it?"
She nodded and took the nearest mug gratefully. "I'm sweet enough."
Cal grinned and sat beside her. "Unfortunately, I know some that would disagree…"
Connie sighed and cupped her mug. "I know. I'm not particularly well liked at work am I…"
"I like you." Cal said optimistically, leaning back until he was resting against the wooden headboard. "And I know Robyn admires you in a way."
Connie looked at him, one eyebrow raised and sipped her tea before responding.
"You have a crush on me and admiration isn't the same as liking someone. I'm not an idiot Cal."
"Never said you were, but touché." He replied quietly as he picked up his mobile phone and sat forward again. "What you told me, last night- I won't tell anyone else I promise, ok?"
She took in the sincerity of his words over her drink.
"Good." She replied, glancing down at the phone screen his eye's seemed to be glued to, a small smirk twitching at his lips. "Otherwise you'd know about it." Connie paused before speaking again, one elegantly manicured nail tracing the edge of the mug.
"That goes for, let's say, the events of late last night too."
He looked up from his phone screen. "Of course."
Connie looked at his dead pan face before letting her tongue run over her teeth. "There is one thing that's been bothering me since I opened my eyes this morning, however."
"What's that?" he replied, placing his empty mug back on the bedside table.
"Who's this "Taylor" the whole workforce seems to be gossiping about?" Her seemingly innocent eyes bore into his, and he became slightly uncomfortable.
"She's… A friend."
Once her mind had registered these words, Connie knew her thoughts had been confirmed. However, she carried on playing the innocence card.
"You're a crap liar." She muttered, wiping away the vivid lipstick marks she'd made on the edge of her mug.
Cal sighed. "We've been seeing each other for a couple of months or so. Well, we were until my brother decided to get involved."
"Ethan?" Connie asked in surprise. She thought of the registrar as an awkward sort of saint like figure- brilliant at his job, just not the most confident of medical professionals.
"You underestimate him." Cal chuckled slightly, looking down at the carpet. "I owe him some money, and he went all ape-shit on me so he decided to tell Taylor about…" he hesitated, "well, you."
"Me? I'm flattered, Dr Knight." She murmured. "So you're not together anymore? At all?"
"At the minute, no." He looked up and shot her a nervous sort of grin. "You're being nosey aren't you? Looks like I underestimated what you're like too."
"I'm not nosey, I just wanted to know whether I was sleeping with a taken man or not." Connie replied, her eyes starting to glint in the sunlight.
"Why does it matter? It's just you don't usually discuss previous relationships with the man you just slept with." Cal stated, his eyes widening with surprise when he looked at her to see her smiling.
"It doesn't matter as such, it just gives me… a sort of a thrill." She whispered seductively, and he played right into her hands.
"Connie Beauchamp… Looks like I really underestimated you." He murmured as he leant in to kiss her. She, however, moved away.
"What is it?" the doctor asked in confusion, his brow creasing with confusion when Connie emitted a shallow laugh.
"You men," she said quietly, "so gullible when it comes to the opposite sex."
"What?"
She stood up and grabbed her bag from the floor before slinging it over her shoulder.
"I looked at your phone earlier, genius. I saw the text from your so called "friend". "I love you so much Cal xxx"" her voice became high and mocking as she quoted the text she'd seen, which caused the atmosphere to take a dramatic turn.
"No no, you must have misunderstood-"He started before she cut him off.
"Don't lie to me Cal." She hissed, "I've heard it too many times before. I'll let myself out- see you at work."
And with that, the clinical lead made her way to the front door, unlocked it and promptly slammed it shut again after stepping over its threshold. She stalked to her car with a face like thunder and climbed in, shoving her bag in the foot well of the passenger's side, just as his door opened again.
"Connie!" he yelled desperately, as she revved up her engage and reversed down his driveway.
"Don't be late Dr Knight!" She called before speeding off down the road, leaving Cal on his doorstep, confused, tired and ultimately- ditched.
