If We Ever Meet Again
Chapter TwentyThree
“Honey, the limo’s here soon!” Chris voice rang throughout the penthouse suite at a five star hotel in Los Angeles.
The Emmy’s where being held here so a day ago we had driven from Orange Country to L.A, so that we would have time getting ready. I had been freaked when we were packing because I would be damned if I forgot to bring something. The dress and those amazing earrings had been the first, then the shoes and lastly the rest of my jewellery as well as my make-up. There were so many things I needed to bring to make sure I wouldn’t miss anything with the outfit and there were so many things I wanted to bring in case I forgot something else. To say that I was being compulsive would be an understatement. Chris eventually stepped in and told me I had ten minutes to pack the final things before we would leave or that we would make a short list; that way I wouldn’t have to bring everything I owned.
I smoothed out the dress subconsciously, feeling a bit insecure about how I looked. It did look even better now along with the right accessories, shoes and well, my hair being up in a tight bun, making my hair look really glossy and attached to my head basically. It was tied in the back of my neck so pretty low.
My eyeliner was pretty thick and done in a cat- eyeliner way and my lips painted in a dark, slightly metallic purple. It made it look a bit on the Goth side, in all honesty but I wanted some color since my dress was champagne colored and my jewelry in black, silver or white. It was nice spicing it up a bit.
I loved my shoes; they were pumps with a high plateau, then a strap connecting the back of the heel to the top strap covering my toes. The strap had a pretty big, star- at least it looked like a really spiky star in dark silver. They were really cool and added something edgy to the whole look that I considered would be pretty elegant otherwise but now it had some edge to it.
Walking out of the bedroom and into the bathroom where Chris was I saw him trying to tie his tie but he kept doing it wrong. He was dressed in a gray suit with pants in the same color and fabric, along with one of the new shirts we bought. To that he had a simple black tie that wasn’t as simple to get into place.
I placed my hand on his shoulder and looked at his face through the mirror. His eyes turned to me and both of our lips curved up into small smiles. Pulling a bit on his shoulder I managed to turn him around and put my hands on his- removing them from the tie. Fumbling with untying the slight mess he had created, I grabbed the two ends of the tie and started bring the tie together.
I patted his hard chest when I was done with the tie.
“They ya go.” I pecked his lips.
“Thanks babe.”
I walked back into the bedroom. “I’m just gonna grab my purse and I’m ready to go.”
When I had grabbed my clutch that was covered in black and silver sequins, I put it under my left arm and linked my right hand with Chris. We walked out of the door and towards the elevators. Our room was on the seventh floor and I really did not want to walk in heels let alone a long gown in stairs and I doubted Chris was in the mood to work out in suit. The elevator arrived and we stepped it, not that long after we were walking through the lobby towards the entrance where we could see a black limousine waiting for us through the windows.
The doorman, who was dressed in a long black suit and a top hat, opened the door for us and I thanked him with a small smile. When the limousine driver spotted us, he dropped his cigarette and straightened up after leaning against the car. He went to the door and opened it for us and I went in first. Managing to slide in without tripping on my dress or showing my goodies I settled in the corner and waited for Chris to get in. Once we were all ready and the driver had got to the front and started up the car we were on our way.
As soon as the car started driving Chris leaned forward and grabbed a champagne bottle from the bar along with two glasses.
“Champagne Madame?” he mocked a British accent but he failed miserably considering he already had his Australian one so it just sounded distorted.
I giggled. “Why yes please Mister.”
He handed me the two champagne classes, clinking them against each other in the process. Chris peeled the foil of the champagne, before ripping the metal wire off. When he was going to take the cork of he held the bottle an arm’s length away from him and me before he pulled it off, just in case it would pop out or the liquid would decide to spurt out. I laughed silently at the sexual innuendo that popped up in my head.
He grabbed one glass at a time and poured the champagne halfway up. We looked at each other and clicked our glasses together, like a small quiet toast before we started drinking.
“Thank you for taking the time to talk to us Ms.Bennet, we’ll let you leave.” The reporter smiled at me.
I nodded. “No problem.”
Chris was over, near the entrance talking to some woman in who had her brown hair up in a nice due and wore a red, backless dress. Since I only could see her back, which was creepily enough really pretty from my point of view I walked forward feeling slight jealous surge throughout my body.
I walked forward, slowly not trying to rush things in what I wore because it would only result in a disaster. Probably trip on the dress or tangle my feet in it and then trip. Passing the woman in the red dress I looped my arm through Chris; he looked down at me and smiled then resumed back into his conversation. I looked at the woman and I gasped at who it was.
“Hey babe, have you met-“ I interrupted him. “Jessica.”
I looked at Chris and then back at her. She was really beautiful tonight to be completely honest and I felt jealous once again.
“Why yes I have. Nice to meet you again, Jessica.” I forced a smile and told her politely.
She nodded. “You too, Ashleigh. Chris was just telling me about you.”
Her smiled seemed strained to and her eyes rarely connected to mine, it was like she was trying to avoid me. I had no clue why though but I couldn’t help but to feel as if she was popping up everywhere even if this was just my second times seeing her. Maybe it was me being envious of her pearly white teeth, beautiful eyes and what I had seen gorgeous personality besides that painted on smile of hers. We talked for a bit, just regular small talk before I decided to ask something I was really curious about, since they looked really close to each other.
I cleared my throat. “So, how do you know each other?” I gestured between them with my hand.
“Uhm, well… Jessica is my ex-girlfriend.”
I resisted the urge to gasp. “Oh…”
“We stayed really good friends after we broke up though.” Jessica added. The way she said good disturbed me as she put more effort into it and looked me straight in the eyes as she placed her hand on Chris chest. She was really starting to piss me off. I had nothing to say after that so I just kept quiet as they talked, I just added some small comments every now and then.
“So what brings you here to the Emmy’s?” I needed to ask.
She started talking to me but her eyes were glued to Chris. “Oh, I’m one of the stylists. Though I am pretty close to one of my clients and she invited me since she had a spare invite.”
I nodded.
“I mean it’s not every year you get a chance to go to the Emmy’s right?” She gushed, still keeping her eyes solely on Chris. Jessica kept making excuses to touch him all the time by patting his chest, squeezing his arm or ‘correcting’ his hair- which thankfully she had only done once. Her behavior around Chris made me pissed off; she was not to have her hands on my man; especially when his girlfriend was around. Had she no respect?
What set me off even more was that Chris allowed her to practically grope him in front of me and it looked like he really didn’t mind. It stung and the hurt felt worse than the anger. I inhaled deeply, trying to calm myself down and force the tears not to burst.
They talked for a while more but I had totally spaced out, feeling ridiculous and hurt, just empty-headed and confused. When they finally stopped talking because Jessica had to greet the person who had given her the invite- who I by the way automatically hated because of that and that happened to be Jennifer Aniston, we walked into the building. I and Chris sat down in our given seats and waited for the awards to begin but I still couldn’t help but to space out every now and then, thinking about Jessica.
The Emmy’s where being held here so a day ago we had driven from Orange Country to L.A, so that we would have time getting ready. I had been freaked when we were packing because I would be damned if I forgot to bring something. The dress and those amazing earrings had been the first, then the shoes and lastly the rest of my jewellery as well as my make-up. There were so many things I needed to bring to make sure I wouldn’t miss anything with the outfit and there were so many things I wanted to bring in case I forgot something else. To say that I was being compulsive would be an understatement. Chris eventually stepped in and told me I had ten minutes to pack the final things before we would leave or that we would make a short list; that way I wouldn’t have to bring everything I owned.
I smoothed out the dress subconsciously, feeling a bit insecure about how I looked. It did look even better now along with the right accessories, shoes and well, my hair being up in a tight bun, making my hair look really glossy and attached to my head basically. It was tied in the back of my neck so pretty low.
My eyeliner was pretty thick and done in a cat- eyeliner way and my lips painted in a dark, slightly metallic purple. It made it look a bit on the Goth side, in all honesty but I wanted some color since my dress was champagne colored and my jewelry in black, silver or white. It was nice spicing it up a bit.
I loved my shoes; they were pumps with a high plateau, then a strap connecting the back of the heel to the top strap covering my toes. The strap had a pretty big, star- at least it looked like a really spiky star in dark silver. They were really cool and added something edgy to the whole look that I considered would be pretty elegant otherwise but now it had some edge to it.
Walking out of the bedroom and into the bathroom where Chris was I saw him trying to tie his tie but he kept doing it wrong. He was dressed in a gray suit with pants in the same color and fabric, along with one of the new shirts we bought. To that he had a simple black tie that wasn’t as simple to get into place.
I placed my hand on his shoulder and looked at his face through the mirror. His eyes turned to me and both of our lips curved up into small smiles. Pulling a bit on his shoulder I managed to turn him around and put my hands on his- removing them from the tie. Fumbling with untying the slight mess he had created, I grabbed the two ends of the tie and started bring the tie together.
I patted his hard chest when I was done with the tie.
“They ya go.” I pecked his lips.
“Thanks babe.”
I walked back into the bedroom. “I’m just gonna grab my purse and I’m ready to go.”
When I had grabbed my clutch that was covered in black and silver sequins, I put it under my left arm and linked my right hand with Chris. We walked out of the door and towards the elevators. Our room was on the seventh floor and I really did not want to walk in heels let alone a long gown in stairs and I doubted Chris was in the mood to work out in suit. The elevator arrived and we stepped it, not that long after we were walking through the lobby towards the entrance where we could see a black limousine waiting for us through the windows.
The doorman, who was dressed in a long black suit and a top hat, opened the door for us and I thanked him with a small smile. When the limousine driver spotted us, he dropped his cigarette and straightened up after leaning against the car. He went to the door and opened it for us and I went in first. Managing to slide in without tripping on my dress or showing my goodies I settled in the corner and waited for Chris to get in. Once we were all ready and the driver had got to the front and started up the car we were on our way.
As soon as the car started driving Chris leaned forward and grabbed a champagne bottle from the bar along with two glasses.
“Champagne Madame?” he mocked a British accent but he failed miserably considering he already had his Australian one so it just sounded distorted.
I giggled. “Why yes please Mister.”
He handed me the two champagne classes, clinking them against each other in the process. Chris peeled the foil of the champagne, before ripping the metal wire off. When he was going to take the cork of he held the bottle an arm’s length away from him and me before he pulled it off, just in case it would pop out or the liquid would decide to spurt out. I laughed silently at the sexual innuendo that popped up in my head.
He grabbed one glass at a time and poured the champagne halfway up. We looked at each other and clicked our glasses together, like a small quiet toast before we started drinking.
“Thank you for taking the time to talk to us Ms.Bennet, we’ll let you leave.” The reporter smiled at me.
I nodded. “No problem.”
Chris was over, near the entrance talking to some woman in who had her brown hair up in a nice due and wore a red, backless dress. Since I only could see her back, which was creepily enough really pretty from my point of view I walked forward feeling slight jealous surge throughout my body.
I walked forward, slowly not trying to rush things in what I wore because it would only result in a disaster. Probably trip on the dress or tangle my feet in it and then trip. Passing the woman in the red dress I looped my arm through Chris; he looked down at me and smiled then resumed back into his conversation. I looked at the woman and I gasped at who it was.
“Hey babe, have you met-“ I interrupted him. “Jessica.”
I looked at Chris and then back at her. She was really beautiful tonight to be completely honest and I felt jealous once again.
“Why yes I have. Nice to meet you again, Jessica.” I forced a smile and told her politely.
She nodded. “You too, Ashleigh. Chris was just telling me about you.”
Her smiled seemed strained to and her eyes rarely connected to mine, it was like she was trying to avoid me. I had no clue why though but I couldn’t help but to feel as if she was popping up everywhere even if this was just my second times seeing her. Maybe it was me being envious of her pearly white teeth, beautiful eyes and what I had seen gorgeous personality besides that painted on smile of hers. We talked for a bit, just regular small talk before I decided to ask something I was really curious about, since they looked really close to each other.
I cleared my throat. “So, how do you know each other?” I gestured between them with my hand.
“Uhm, well… Jessica is my ex-girlfriend.”
I resisted the urge to gasp. “Oh…”
“We stayed really good friends after we broke up though.” Jessica added. The way she said good disturbed me as she put more effort into it and looked me straight in the eyes as she placed her hand on Chris chest. She was really starting to piss me off. I had nothing to say after that so I just kept quiet as they talked, I just added some small comments every now and then.
“So what brings you here to the Emmy’s?” I needed to ask.
She started talking to me but her eyes were glued to Chris. “Oh, I’m one of the stylists. Though I am pretty close to one of my clients and she invited me since she had a spare invite.”
I nodded.
“I mean it’s not every year you get a chance to go to the Emmy’s right?” She gushed, still keeping her eyes solely on Chris. Jessica kept making excuses to touch him all the time by patting his chest, squeezing his arm or ‘correcting’ his hair- which thankfully she had only done once. Her behavior around Chris made me pissed off; she was not to have her hands on my man; especially when his girlfriend was around. Had she no respect?
What set me off even more was that Chris allowed her to practically grope him in front of me and it looked like he really didn’t mind. It stung and the hurt felt worse than the anger. I inhaled deeply, trying to calm myself down and force the tears not to burst.
They talked for a while more but I had totally spaced out, feeling ridiculous and hurt, just empty-headed and confused. When they finally stopped talking because Jessica had to greet the person who had given her the invite- who I by the way automatically hated because of that and that happened to be Jennifer Aniston, we walked into the building. I and Chris sat down in our given seats and waited for the awards to begin but I still couldn’t help but to space out every now and then, thinking about Jessica.
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12/7/16