The only way I can fix this is if I get him to let down his guard and talk to me. Tonight, when he got angry, was the first time he has shown any type of emotion. And all because I told him I loved him. I can’t believe that telling him I love him would make him so furious.
Well, I’m not apologising anymore. Callie has a point.
I did what I thought was right at the time, and if he can’t even speak to me about it, then what am I supposed to do?
I roll over and punch my pillow in disgust.
Fucking men.
I sit at lunch with Callie and sip my Diet Coke.
“Where are we going tonight?” she asks.
“The Ivy, I think.” I shrug. “Meredith knows that place so it will make it easier for us all.”
Callie smiles as she cuts into her salad.
“Thanks for the pep talk last night, by the way,” I say. “You’re right, I have been feeling sorry for myself since I got back, and I needed a good kick up the ass.”
“You have every right to wallow a little.” She shrugs. “I didn’t mean to sound cold, but a boyfriend leaving you…” She widens her eyes. “Or you leaving him in this instance, is not the worst thing that can happen.”
“I know.” I bite the food from my fork. “This is true.”
We eat in silence for a moment. “Did anything happen last night when you saw him?” she asks.
“I told him I loved him, and he lost his shit and screamed at me. He told me not to use those three words as a weapon against him ever again.”
Callie’s eyes hold mine.
“He seems to only show me any emotion when he gets angry,” I sigh.
Callie bites the food off her fork. “So… piss him off some more then.”
I frown as I chew, my eyes holding hers.
“He only loses control when he’s angry, right?”
“Yeah.”
She smiles like a Cheshire cat. “Then piss the bastard off so bad that he has a complete meltdown on you. Break him down.”
I put my knife and fork down, and they hit my plate with a clang. “Callie, you are diabolical,” I whisper with a sly smile.
Her eyes dance in delight. “How are you going to piss him off?”
I tap my chin with my fingertips as I think. “Where will I begin?”
Knock, knock.
I take one last look at my reflection in the mirror, and I smile broadly. I’m wearing my black leather pants with a white, low-cut top. My girls are boosted to the sky. I have sky-high stilettos on, and I’m wearing Brock’s favourite lipstick. I know he loves me in white. I also know he loves me in these pants. He can’t keep his hands off me whenever I wear them. I’m also wearing the fragrance he bought me in Hawaii. At the time, he told me it had a hotwire to his dick, which is convenient for me seeing how I plan on starting a few fires tonight.
We are going clubbing, and Brock has just come to pick me up. They have been and collected Meredith and Callie already. I’m last on the pick-up list.
I open the door in a rush and he stands before me.
His broad shoulders are covered in a black T-shirt, and he’s wearing dark blue jeans that fit snugly in all the right places.
I grin in greeting and purposely bend to pick up my bag. I might even try some of those slut snaps his secretary does tonight. It couldn’t hurt. I need all the ammunition I can get.
I put my hand on my waist and wiggle my hips. “Do I look okay?” I ask innocently.
He tilts his jaw, and his annoyed eyes drop down my body and back up to my face. “You’ll do,” he replies flatly.
I smirk, and Brock narrows his eyes at me, as if sensing I’m up to something.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
I grab my clutch and smile sexily. “Sure am.”
He opens the door and we walk down to the elevator in silence. I make sure I walk in front of him so he can see my behind. I walk with an over exaggerated sashay.
He stays silent as he lingers behind.
What the hell is he thinking back there?
We make it to the car, and Callie and Meredith are in the backseat. “Hello, my friends.” I laugh as I climb in and kiss them both on the cheek. Ben is driving, leaving Brock to climb into the passenger side. “What’s been happening?” I ask.
“Brock and I have been watching House Flippers all day,” Meredith says.
My eyes widen. “Really?”
“Yes, we watched six episodes today, didn’t we, Brock?”
“We did,” he sighs.
Ben smirks over at him and I see Brock mouth the words, “Fuck off.”
For the rest of the trip, Meredith continues to explain to us all in great detail why she loves House Flippers. So much so that Ben is continually looking over and smirking at Brock who is just staring through the front windshield.
We arrive at the Ivy and climb out of the car. The boys briefed us earlier today. We are to act natural, as if we’re on a regular night out, and then we should casually throw questions to Meredith and see what information she lets slip. We need to find out if she knows about this memory stick they think that Wendy Woo had in her possession, or if she actually did see who killed Peachy Sue. Any answers are good answers.
We walk into the club and one of the doormen smiles at me, looking me up and down with hungry eyes. Brock glares at him and I feel a flutter deep in my stomach. It’s working.
Game on.
Brock, Jes, and two other men from his work are with us, standing just to the side. Ben is downstairs parking the car.
“Let’s go to the bar and gets some shots.” I smile mischievously.
“What are you going to do?” Callie whispers.
“Whatever it takes.”
We buy Meredith three shots, getting only one for ourselves as well as a round of margaritas, and then we head back to the spot where the men are standing around.
There’s a smoky glass mirror on a nearby column and it’s perfect. I can see Brock with my back to him without him even knowing it. I stand, talking to the girls, moving my hips to the beat. Every now and then, I see Brock’s eyes flick down to my behind as he watches me.
A guy walks past us and stops to say something cheeky. I laugh and put my hand on his bicep as I speak to him. I’m being way touchier than I normally would be. I mean, I have to make it believable.
I glance up to the mirror to see that Brock is glaring at me. There’s practically a red glow around him.
“Do you want to dance?” the guys asks me.
Oh, it’s a little bit early yet. Brock will be onto me. “Can we dance in an hour?” I ask. “I just got here, and I want to talk to my friends first.”
“Sure.” He smiles. “It’s a date. I’ll be back in an hour.”
Three hours later, and the three of us are on our way to being very drunk indeed. We have been talking and talking to Meredith, but I honestly don’t know if she does know anything more that can help us.
Would the call girls have told her if they knew something? I know that she hinted about a memory stick but she’s so cool and relaxed now. I don’t know if it was ever really a thing? The more that I think about it, the more I’m confused. She can’t keep a secret at all. If she had a secret, she would have blurted it out by now.
The guy from before comes back. “Do you want to dance yet?” he asks.
My eyes flicker over to Brock, and he glares at me as he sips his drink. He’s openly angry now. I’ve danced with just about everyone in the club.
I smile up at the poor, unsuspecting fool in front of me, and he puts his hand on my behind.
Eek, I don’t know about that. I don’t want to start World War Three here.
I frown when I feel a hand grab the top of my arm.
“A word?” Brock growls in my ear.
Before I know it, he’s dragging me up the corridor towards the bathroom.
I try to remove my arm from his grip. “What are you doing?”
“What the fuck are you doing?” he snaps.
“Dancing,” I answer innocently.
“I’m not fucking stupid, Tully.” He sneers.
“It’s okay, Brock, I know. We’re done with. Never going to happen. You told me. I get it.”
He lifts his chin defiantly.
“Hence why I’m going to go out there and I’m going to dance with that man, and if he wants to, I’m going to let him kiss me.”
His eyes widen. “Don’t you fucking dare!” he growls.