The Story Of Us - Jones Lesley - Страница 54

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“Speak.” Charming, he’s so not in a good mood.

“Cam?”

“Kitten? Fuck, where the fuck are you? Don’t you ever do something like that to me again, you fuckin’ hear me. I’ve been worried sick, where are you?”

“I’m sorry, I’m fine, I should’ve called you last night. I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“Where are you? I’ll come and get you.”

“No, no, that’s fine, I don’t need collecting.”

“You okay? I missed you, I stayed at yours last night, I needed to be able to smell you, I fuckin’ hated sleeping in your bed alone, and waking up alone.” My heart gives a little stutter, now that the hard protective brick wall is down, it’s affected by more than Sean it would seem and this little revelation seems to rush over me like a tidal wave. What does that mean? Has Cam always had the ability to make my heart do strange things, if I’d have let him?

“Georgia, you still there?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m still here. Look Cam, we need to talk, not on the phone, I need to see you.”

“Well I just said I would come and get you now but I only have an hour, I have a flight out of City Airport to catch at four thirty, and I won’t be back until Monday.”

“Well, I’ll just wait and see you Monday then.” Monday’s good, gives me a bit of breathing space at least.

“I’d really like to see you now Kitten, Monday’s a long way off and I want to show you how sorry I am for being such a prick last night.”

“I can’t Cam, you don’t have to keep apologising, you shouldn’t have behaved like a prick, and I shouldn’t have stormed off like a diva. Go catch your flight and give me a call on Monday, once you’re home.”

He’s quiet for a minute and I feel really mean, I would actually like to see him now, the fact that he’s flying off somewhere I assume is overseas makes me feel a little pang of jealousy, he hadn’t mentioned this trip to me all week and he hadn’t said anything about it last night when I told him to come to Ashley’s party. I start to feel a little pissed off, we argued over Ashley’s party, when he knew full well he wouldn’t be able to come anyway.

“If I could get out of it George, I would but something’s come up with some business I have going on in Amsterdam and I need to fly over and sort it out, I only found out myself a couple of hours ago that I was going.”

“It’s okay.” I lie “You go and sort out your business. I’ll talk to you Monday.”

“I miss you George, have a good weekend.”

“You too Cam, bye.”

“George, I… nothing, I’ll see you Monday.” I end the call and wonder why, once again, I want to cry?

I walk quietly into the bathroom and watch Sean in the shower, he’s standing with his back to the water, it’s hitting the top of his head and bouncing off his shoulders, his head is tilted up to the ceiling, his eyes are closed and he’s singing. I shudder and close my eyes as the desire I feel at the sound of his raspy voice unfurls between my legs, making my muscles tighten and my heart speed up as I listen to him sing. I’ve never heard of the song but as I listen to the words, I think I know what it is.

I tried, I really tried but it was only ever you.

All these years, all the tears, it’s still only ever you.

What we did, the things we said, they’re still always on my mind.

There’s no one else, there never was, it’s still only ever you.

The sweetest smile, the bluest eyes, the taste of you, on my tongue.

You’re in my heart, you’re in my head, right where you belong.

All the others, they never mattered, they don’t come close to you.

Wish you was here, wrapped in my arms, my heart aches just at the thought of you.

All the others, they never mattered, none of them come close to you.

The things the y write, it’s all bullshit and lies

Because it’s still only ever you.

You’re the only one that can make me complete but I let you down, I fucked it up

Our lives were plan ned and with one stupid act, I blew it all away.

My lies were white, my heart was black

I got just what I deserved when you never came back

But still…

You’re in my heart, you’re in my head, right where you belong.

I want you here right by my side, I want you real, a distant memory just ain’t the same

There’s nothing left, my life’s gone to shit and I’ve only got myself to blame.

I get on stage, I sing my song but all I want, all I need, is to have you back, where you belong

With me…With me…Always…With me.

I undo the shower screen door and step in beside him, he opens his eyes and looks at me, the water is bouncing off of him, his shoulders, his broad chest and I sway with the emotion of it all.

He pushes my hair off my face and sings in a whisper, “Where you belong, with me, with me, always, with me.”

His mouth comes down hard on mine, he spins me around and pushes me against the hard tiled wall of the shower, he slides up and in me all in one move, I wrap my legs around him as he holds onto my bum cheeks and presses me between the wall and his hips. Still kissing me hard on the lips; he breaks away and pushes my hair off my face. “Fuck I love you Georgia Rae and I’m gonna spend the rest of my life proving it.”

We have bed sex after we have shower sex so then I have to have another quick shower, which I insist on taking alone so that the cycle doesn’t start again. We strip and remake the bed, then jump into Sean’s white Range Rover and go to my flat. He calls Len from there and thanks him for letting us stay and arranges for us all to go out tonight, apparently it’s been a while since the boys were all in the country at the same time so they want to catch up, that’s what last night was supposed to have been about and it was, till I fell through the front door. Sean then calls Marley to see if he would like to join us for dinner, which he does. You would think that being the world famous, jet setters that they now were, we would be heading to some swanky restaurant in the West End or the city but no, this is Sean and my brothers and all they want to do is head into Upminster to their favourite Indian, which is the very same Indian I go to most Saturday nights.

Thankfully there’s no evidence of Cam having been here, my bed has been made and there are none of his clothes hanging about. I throw on a pair of jeans with a smart blouse and a pair of heels, put my hair up in a messy bun and put on some makeup, and then we drive into the Docklands area of East London. The whole place is like a huge building site, with redevelopment work going on everywhere, we pull up at what looks like a huge warehouse on the edge of the water. It’s a three story building, built from old stock bricks. Sean takes my hand as we head toward a set of wooden and glass doors, he taps a code into the machine and we walk into a lobby area where there is a concierge come security guard sitting behind a sort of hole in the wall. He’s an older man, maybe in his sixties but very tall and muscular, he stands from where he was watching telly as we walk in.

“Alright Ronnie, how’s things?”

“All good here Maca, all good, Marley’s home, I ain’t seen him go out nowhere t’day.”

He smiles and nods his head toward me as he speaks in his gruff cockney accent. “This is my girlfriend Georgia, Ron, I’m gonna sort her out with keys and the key code, just in case you see her coming in and out and wonder who she is.”

My belly does a little twirl and my heart swells as I hear him call me his girlfriend, Ronnie steps out from his little room and comes over and shakes my hand. “Nice to meet ya Georgia, ‘bout time he settled down wiv a decent bird, still, he ain’t as bad as Marley. I don’t know where he gets the energy from, two and three at a time I’ve seen him take…” He trails off as I think Sean is glaring at him from beside me.

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