Chapter 30 - Why hello again diary!

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Why hello again diary!

I've decided it's about time I added another entry to move things along… Awesome, right? Let me start by setting the scene. Imagine your average hot spot night club on a late Friday night. Now fill that night club with throbbing beats, flashing lights and hundreds of party goers; a big, swanky birthday bash of sorts, a Radio station celebrating five year of broadcasting.

So, there I was playing the perfect little employee, serving appetizers and drinks in the VIP lounge, all the while waiting for my guy to make an appearance. The first couple of hours were nerve wrecking. He was on my radar for sure. There was no way he could slip past me without being noticed, but what if he was a no-show? What if he got sick? Got sidetracked? Got into an accident on the way there? Nothing is worse than to see a carefully crafted plan sink before it even gets in the water.

For hours there was no sight of him, and then there he was, breezing past the velvet ropes, walking straight towards me, like a mirage materializing out of thin air. Only it wasn't a mirage, he was really there. I recognized him almost instantly. Those eyes, that hair, that confident swagger. He was just as stunning as I remembered him, only older, more masculine and chiseled. Gah, what a delicious jaw line!

My cater server gig played out better than I could have ever imagined. I was carrying both appetizers and drinks, in other words I had a darn near perfect excuse to approach him. Naturally, I snatched him up before the other bitches a.k.a. my lovely colleagues, could get to him.

I had been wondering whether or not he would recognize me. He didn't, but that was perfectly understandable, seeing as I had been an awkward teenager the last time our paths had crossed. Thankfully, my overall appearance had improved a great deal since then. My skin was clearer and my frizzy hair had been tamed once and for all. Even if I still depended on my glasses, I sometimes traded them for contacts and smoky eye shadow for special occasions. This was, of course, one of those occasions. But most importantly, I had finally grown some boobs. They weren't C cups, but with the right push-up bra they came close.

I certainly made sure to show off my new assets as I said my hello. Eyelashes were batted and dimples flashed, but despite my best efforts he declined both oysters and champagne. It was not all in vain, though. When I asked if there was anything else I could get him, he replied, very politely, that 'if there was any way I could get him an unopened bottle of Heineken, he'd love me forever'. I kid you not, those were his precise words. Needless to say, I made sure he had a bottle of beer in his hand in record time.

Actually, I might have led him to believe that I was a hostess-slash-waitress, rather than just a simple server girl. There was an open bar up and running, but the bar area was absolutely jam packed and the line to get served was ridiculous. So yeah, I told him to give me a holler when he was ready for a refill… and holler he did… many times…

As the night progressed, I played my part as the friendly waitress to perfection and made sure my Eddie had something to drink at all times. There was no small talk. No eye contact. No nothing, but I wasn't too discouraged. There was no use in trying to get anywhere with him before he was liquored up good and proper. He obviously wasn't much of a drinker and kept requesting the same thing; beer served in unopened bottles (boring). However, with a little help from Whitlock, I managed to talk him into mixing it up a bit with some Jaegermeister. Those cute little mini bottles, that came sealed with tamper-proof screw caps, proved to be godsend. Small and innocent-looking, but was chock full of liquor.

Speaking of Whitlock… the whole Eddie-Pete reunion ended up being every bit as crucial as I had expected it would be. Not that I actually got to witness it in its full glory. I was held back by a dispute with one very drunk, very bitchy skank, who thought it was a good idea to yell at me and yank the tray of food I was carrying out of my hands. She was bat shit crazy, and not in a good way, spewing out obscenities and waving her arms around; all because of some bad seafood. If you don't like the food don't eat it! She was thoroughly convinced that the shrimp cocktails were making her break out in hives. Clearly she was tripping on some bad acid or something. Stupid bitch!

But back to the boys and their rekindled 'bromance'… One minute Edward was cruising the party alone, the next he was surrounded by Whitlock and his entourage of handlers and leeches. It was quite the circus there for a while, with all the groupies and hanger-on'ers that Whitlock seemed to attract. I never got what was so appealingabout him… Nothing about him spoke to me; not his looks, his personality or his talent. Especially not his talent, all he did was playing other people's music. Even a five year old could do that. Edward seemed to think very highly of him, though, laughing at his jokes and hanging on his every word. I did not see the fascination at all, but hey each to their own. I shouldn't complain, Whitlock knew how to have a good time and invited everyone along for the ride.

I didn't catch Eddie alone again until way later, when Whitlock disappeared backstage to fulfill some contractual obligations. By that point I was sick and tired of running around serving canapés and doing drink refills and more than ready to reap the rewards of my hard work. So what if my boy wasn't staggering or falling-down-drunk yet… He was definitely buzzed, more relaxed and a lot less on his guard. That was good enough for me. I had waited long enough. I was ready to make my move…

This is how it played out; first I purposely and very studiously, ran smack into him when he was fumbling around for his cigarettes. Then, as he dropped the entire pack of smokes on the floor, I 'accidentally' impaled it…. thrice… with the heel of my shoe, while I pretended to first lose and then regain my balance.

His pack of Marlboro lights was pronounced dead at the scene and I pulled off my best mortified look and pleaded with him to forgive me for my clumsiness. I told him I was due for a break and that if he followed me outside, he could have as many of my cigarettes as he wanted. Before he had a chance to respond, my hand was on his shoulder, pushing him towards the back of the club and the door leading to the staff-only-area behind the bar. His reactions were patheticallyslow and the noise level effectively drowned out whatever objections he may have had.

I half led, half dragged him along a hallway and down a flight of winding stairs, until we reached ground level and the fire exit closest to the parking lot. As I reached out to open the door, I acted as though I had just realized I'd forgotten my key card upstairs... Pretending to go through my pockets, I handed over not one, not two, but three bottles of Jager (what can I say, they were convenient in size, hehe), along with my lighter and my smokes. I told him I had to go back and get my keys, but that he could go ahead and help himself to a cigarette and a drink as long as he didn't go wondering off on his own.

Of course I had no intention of going back upstairs, but Eddie didn't need to know that. Instead I hid in the nearest supply closet and went to work on changing my appearance. First I ripped my white shirt open, sending the buttons flying all over the place. Then I pulled my hair out of its perfectly sculpted up-do and smudged my makeup beyond recognition. The heel of my right shoes was next to go and then to finish off my new look, I added a few red scratch marks on the upper part of my chest and neck.

I was relived to find him waiting exactly where I had left him. He had a lit cigarette in his hand and a somewhat impatient scowl on his face. It would have concerned me more, if I hadn't spotted a discarded screw cap on the floor next to his feet. Good boy! No point in fighting destiny when it's so much more fulfilling to embrace it…

Now, this was where I put on my next award worthy performance. I ran, or rather limped hurriedly towards him, acting like I was being chased by a pack of mad dogs. I threw myself at the door and fumbled with the key, all the while begging hysterically for Edward to help me.

"Get me out of here!"

"He can't find me!"

"Don't let him hurt me!"

And yada yada…

In his alcohol-induced haze he bought every bit of my act; even the part where I clamed to have been harassed by a jealous ex-boyfriend who had showed up unexpectedly at the club. I hadn't been gone more than three minutes tops, not nearly long enough to run up the stairs, run into trouble and then head back down the stairs again. Never the less, Edward swallowed the bait. Hook, line and sinker. So much so that he even offered to comfort the abusive creep of a fucker.

My hero… le sigh!..

I took full advantage, of course, dragging him with me until we were outside and hidden in the shadows at far end of the building. Then I proceeded to cling to him and sob into his shirt for a good five minutes. I had to tone it down a bit, when he started talking about getting help from bouncers, doormen and the security personnel. His protective streak was cute, but I had other plans, obviously. Plans that involved getting Edward away from the club and into my car.

I told him there was no way I was going anywhere with my shirt shred to pieces and my bra and boobs on display for all to see. His eyes widened in an almost comical manner as he fumbled to offer me his hoodie, all the while looking everywhere but directly at me. Aww, his mama thought him good. He was playing right into their hands.

I pleaded with him to stay with me, and to help me get to the spare change of clothes that I kept in the trunk of my car. He obliged of course. It was late and clearly not a safe time for me to cross the dark parking area on my own.

I made sure another bottle was emptied before we reached the car. It seemed even the weather gods were on my side as a sudden downpour of rain came upon us. Naturally I wasn't going to change my clothes standing out in the open, now was I? And naturally Eddie didn't much like the rain either. White shirt… water… chilly weather… taut nipples… It didn't take much coaxing to convince him that getting out of the cold rain and into the car was a good idea… not much coaxing at all…

That's right, sink deep into my web of seduction, boy. Your primal urges will betray you, they will make you weak, but you really can't help it. I know how to bait you, I know how to trigger your rawest instincts, to make you crave my touch, my mouth on your flesh.

Ahhh, good times. Awesome memories… hot memories…. Annnd this is where I'll leave off for now.

Love always,
Angela Cullen