Amabel POV
"Where the hell have you been?" Gwen shouts as I come in the door. She gave a worried slap on the arm. "Ow. Hey. What was that for?" I asked.
"Thank heaven, you're safe!"
She tilted her head in disappointment like she was saying stop-acting-dumb-and-just-admit-what-you-did...
I sighed hard and walked in anyway. "I was with Trevor."
Gwen starts squeaking from excitement and stops immediately from both our headaches. "You have to tell me everything!"
Where should I begin? I don't want to tell her too much, because in her mind and how I know her, she's already making plans for our wedding. "There isn't anything to tell," I said hoping it will get her off my back.
"Amabel Lauren Avery, you are a terrible liar! Come on! You have to tell me. How is he in bed? Is it true his kiss is toxic? Can he go all night? Were you guys safe?"
"Gwen!! Nothing happened!"
She stopped asking questions so fast. I can't believe it! I finally got her to shut up. It was quiet for two seconds. "Come on, Amabel. You're telling me that the richest bachelor on earth took you home and you two didn't have sex?"
I turned around to face her, crossed my arms over my chest and nodded. "Nothing happened."
"How the hell did he know we were at the club?"
Oh shit! I decided to keep walking to my bedroom to get a shower and fresh clothes. Even after my shower at Trevor's place.
"Amabel?" Gwen asked like it was a warning.
"He called me," I answered. My subconscious is laughing at me and telling me that I am a huge liar.
"He called you! Oh, that's so amazing. I can't-" Ella came into the room from my bathroom and a towel around her. "Why are you so loud? When will the room stop spinning?" Ella asked.
"Hey," I said and hugged her. "Are you okay?"
"Physically or emotionally?" Oh no. Breaking up with Ben really got to her. I wish there was something I could do for her. Maybe I shouldn't get her drunk next time. What a friend you are, Amabel!
"You can stay here if you want. Amabel, where are you going?" Gwen asked. I was looking in my closet for my light blue jeans and royal blue top. "Huh? Oh, I have to go to work," I said. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
"Amabel? You do know that it's Saturday, right?" Gwen shouted on the other side of the door. I couldn't care about anything because the hot water is doing me really good. It is so soothing.
Okay, so now I have to go up to my apartment, get properly dressed, and head back downstairs to meet Trevor's family. I mean, to have a meeting. I can't remember signing something saying that I am available on weekends for work.
Not as soothing as Trevor's touch...
I hate my subconscious. When I got out of the shower, I quickly got dressed and went out. Both Gwen and Ella were sitting on my bed with their legs crossed like two little girls waiting to hear a story. And boy, this is going to be a looooong story.
"Come on, Amabel... Please?" they said with puppy eyes. Arggg...
"Fine!" I shouted.
"So, we were at the club. Ella went with Jeremy, you found Oliver and I knew that it was time for me to start dancing. After, I don't know how many drinks, I found myself being utterly alone. I supposed you went off with Oliver around a corner maybe. Being very frustrated, I got myself another drink, saw you and Oliver making out, and started dancing again. That's when my phone started buzzing. I didn't recognize the number, so I didn't answer it. And then, the same number called again. I answered and it was him. He asked me where I was, telling me to stay put and to wait for him. I didn't believe that he'd actually show up. I remember falling. And then he was carrying me. And told his driver, Jonathan, to take you both home. I remember feeling very nauseous. I threw up and he pulled my hair back and took me home with him..."
When I stopped talking, they still looked at me like they wanted me to keep talking. "And? Then what?" Ella asked.
"Nothing happened." They both sighed hard with irritation, maybe and fell back on the bed. "Amabel, it's Saturday. It's weekend. Why do you have to go?"
"I'm Mr. Walker's personal assistant. You both know that!"
"Which Mr. Walker?" Ella asked Gwen with a naughty grin on her face. These guys are terrible! But I love them either way.
Then there was a knock on the door. "If that's Ben, tell him to shove his apology straight up his ass," Ella said. "Will do," Gwen said and went to answer the door. I sat next to Ella on the bed when her eyes started to tear up.
"Hi," I hear voices coming from the front door.
"Hi. Is she here?"
"Yeah, do you wanna come in?"
"Sure, thanks. You must be Gwen?"
"Yes, I am. Wait here for just one moment..."
Gwen came into the room with no expression on her face. "Who is it?" Ella asked. "It is Trevor... He wants to see you, Amabel," Gwen said. Wait, what? I got up, wearing no shoes at all, just my light blue, white and grey secret socks with a cute cat on, and went to the living room.
"Hi," he said. Then he was looking at me from top to bottom. Suddenly, I felt very self-conscious.
"Nice place you got here." Oh great! Small talk. Wonderful.
"Thanks, what are you doing here?" I asked, maybe a little too harsh. He looked at me with a very hot and seductive smile on his lips. What I wouldn't do to kiss those lips again.
"I thought that I could give you a ride. You know, to my parents' house," he said. I can't take a ride with him. Then I owe him something.
"That's very kind of you, Mr. Walker," Gwen said as she made herself visible in the living room. I looked back at her with a frown asking what-the-hell-are-you-doing?
"Are you ready?" he asked. He didn't care if I said "yes" or "no", as long as it's yes. In his mind, it's probably always yes. I nodded my head and turned on my heel, walking back to my room to find some shoes. Sneakers will do. They look cute with my jeans.
"Are you going to be okay?" I asked Ella.
"Yeah, besides, I have Gwen," she said with a genuine smile.
I walked back to the living room and found him staring out the window talking with Gwen. I cleared my throat and got both of their attention. They turned to face me as I took my bags with my diary to make notes of the meeting and my laptop.