accompanying text. Pausing with her finger just over the send button, she bit her lip. “Are you sure he is going to see the funny side? I don’t usually text him during the week because of work. I always wait for him to contact me.”
Thrusting another glass of wine at her, Amelia laughed. “Grow some balls and hit send for God’s sake!”
Taking a large mouthful of wine, Charlie found a little dare devil courage and pressed her thumb firmly over the send button. “It’s gone,” she screeched, feeling extremely proud of what she had done.
She had to admit, she wasn’t even completely sure if he would see the text message. Looking at the clock on the wall behind her she saw that it was almost pushing eleven. From what she knew of his evening routine, he was most likely either driving home from the office after a late night or he was already asleep in front of the television. His life in London seemed to consist of the same routine day in and day out until the weekend when he came home.
“Has he texted you back yet?” Lucy yelled over the thumping bass in the living room.
Lighting up the screen in her hand, Charlie shook her head. “Nope, I bet he’s already gone to sleep.”
“Typical. I only wanted to tease Mr Tall, Dark and Fuckable for some entertainment,” Lucy complained, swaying a little from side to side. Charlie could clearly see that the alcohol was beginning to overwhelm her body.
“I think it may be the right time for bed,” she suggested, pulling the sound system remote out of the pocket on her pyjama bottoms. She pointed it straight at the control panel on the wall and the music came to an abrupt stop.
Amelia, completely oblivious that the music wasn’t playing any longer, continued to dance happily by herself in the corner of the room. Lucy on the other hand was now sitting on the sofa looking an unsightly shade of yellowish green.
“Come on,” Charlie said offering her hand. “Let’s get you upstairs before you throw up all over the place.”
Trying to get a drunken best friend up the stairs when she was already a little drunk herself wasn’t the greatest idea that Charlie had ever come up with. After finally leaving a fully clothed Lucy collapsed on one of the guest beds, Charlie figured that Amelia would eventually make her own way upstairs.
Weaving her way along the corridor, Charlie managed to successfully locate the master suite. Casually throwing her mobile phone somewhere near the bed, she staggered her way into the adjoining en-suite, mustering just enough energy to remove her contact lenses and brush her teeth.
Walking back into the darkened bedroom, Charlie’s eyes zoomed instantly towards the aggressive flashing of her mobile phone on the bed. Knowing it was most likely Callum calling, she moved quickly in an attempt to reach the device before he hung up.
In her haste to answer the call, Charlie managed to kick the corner of the large white leather bed frame with force. “Fuck!” She cursed loudly as a shooting pain slowly erupted in the lower half of her foot. Gripping hold of her toes to try and stop the relentless throbbing, Charlie collapsed backwards onto the bed. With her free hand she reached across to pick up her mobile phone which had annoyingly stopped ringing.
Lighting up her home screen, she unsuccessfully tried to squint at the missed call and number displayed. Normally without wearing glasses or contact lenses her vision was partially sighted, however when she threw alcohol into the mix Charlie became practically blind.
“Please call back,” she begged towards her phone, hoping that somehow the caller would be able to hear her.
Knowing that she was not in a fit state to be able to get up and look for her glasses, she held on to the hope that the mysterious caller would ring back.
As if hearing her plea, the phone in Charlie’s hand started flashing again. Sliding her tongue across her parted lips to wet them, she raised the phone up
Thrusting another glass of wine at her, Amelia laughed. “Grow some balls and hit send for God’s sake!”
Taking a large mouthful of wine, Charlie found a little dare devil courage and pressed her thumb firmly over the send button. “It’s gone,” she screeched, feeling extremely proud of what she had done.
She had to admit, she wasn’t even completely sure if he would see the text message. Looking at the clock on the wall behind her she saw that it was almost pushing eleven. From what she knew of his evening routine, he was most likely either driving home from the office after a late night or he was already asleep in front of the television. His life in London seemed to consist of the same routine day in and day out until the weekend when he came home.
“Has he texted you back yet?” Lucy yelled over the thumping bass in the living room.
Lighting up the screen in her hand, Charlie shook her head. “Nope, I bet he’s already gone to sleep.”
“Typical. I only wanted to tease Mr Tall, Dark and Fuckable for some entertainment,” Lucy complained, swaying a little from side to side. Charlie could clearly see that the alcohol was beginning to overwhelm her body.
“I think it may be the right time for bed,” she suggested, pulling the sound system remote out of the pocket on her pyjama bottoms. She pointed it straight at the control panel on the wall and the music came to an abrupt stop.
Amelia, completely oblivious that the music wasn’t playing any longer, continued to dance happily by herself in the corner of the room. Lucy on the other hand was now sitting on the sofa looking an unsightly shade of yellowish green.
“Come on,” Charlie said offering her hand. “Let’s get you upstairs before you throw up all over the place.”
Trying to get a drunken best friend up the stairs when she was already a little drunk herself wasn’t the greatest idea that Charlie had ever come up with. After finally leaving a fully clothed Lucy collapsed on one of the guest beds, Charlie figured that Amelia would eventually make her own way upstairs.
Weaving her way along the corridor, Charlie managed to successfully locate the master suite. Casually throwing her mobile phone somewhere near the bed, she staggered her way into the adjoining en-suite, mustering just enough energy to remove her contact lenses and brush her teeth.
Walking back into the darkened bedroom, Charlie’s eyes zoomed instantly towards the aggressive flashing of her mobile phone on the bed. Knowing it was most likely Callum calling, she moved quickly in an attempt to reach the device before he hung up.
In her haste to answer the call, Charlie managed to kick the corner of the large white leather bed frame with force. “Fuck!” She cursed loudly as a shooting pain slowly erupted in the lower half of her foot. Gripping hold of her toes to try and stop the relentless throbbing, Charlie collapsed backwards onto the bed. With her free hand she reached across to pick up her mobile phone which had annoyingly stopped ringing.
Lighting up her home screen, she unsuccessfully tried to squint at the missed call and number displayed. Normally without wearing glasses or contact lenses her vision was partially sighted, however when she threw alcohol into the mix Charlie became practically blind.
“Please call back,” she begged towards her phone, hoping that somehow the caller would be able to hear her.
Knowing that she was not in a fit state to be able to get up and look for her glasses, she held on to the hope that the mysterious caller would ring back.
As if hearing her plea, the phone in Charlie’s hand started flashing again. Sliding her tongue across her parted lips to wet them, she raised the phone up
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