CORAL (A Romance Trilogy, Book 1) (9 page)

“What?” I slap my hand to my
forehead, the alcohol finally kicking in, my head feeling a little woozy. “Rob
you’re really confusing me,” I slur.

“You always say ‘I’d love a man
to look at me like that, like I’m his sunshine, the air that he breathes’,” he
says in a girly voice.

“I don't sound like that.” I
grumble, then I think about what he’s just said. “Edward loves Bella, deeply
and passionately, they are made for each other.” I say as though I’m announcing
it to the world –
Whoa alcohol!

“Exactly, and that is what you
always say you want.” Rob takes a sip. “Well, when you’re drunk you do,” he
adds.

“Ok back up, what the hell has
this got to do with anything?” I ask totally bemused. “Besides the fact that
their relationship is based entirely on fantasy, people don’t actually feel
like that about each other Rob, they just don’t.” When I’m finished my tirade I
take another gulp of J.D and congratulate myself on being honest.

“Noah and Allie,” Rob pipes up.
What?

“We’re quoting romantic couples
now?” I stare into his deep black eyes as he sits there smiling goofily at me.
Ok,
he wants me to play.

“Christian and Anastasia,” I
retort.

Rob snorts and rolls his eyes.
“Darcy and Elizabeth.”

“Romeo & Juliet,” I say.

“Heathcliff and Catherine,” he
counteracts.

“Lancelot and Guinevere,” I smile
–
Ok, starting to feel better.

“Orpheus and Eurydice,” Rob
chuckles.

“Rose & Jack,” I blurt,
trying not laugh.

“Who?” Rob asks his head cocked
to the side. My mouth pops open, how can he not know?

“Titanic,” I gasp in mock horror.

“Oh yeah...I always think Kate
and Leo,” he shrugs. “Garrett and Theresa,” he adds, trying to keep the game
going. I squint my eyes shut trying to work out who it is.

“Oh, Nicholas Sparks, Message in
a Bottle, I got it,” I squeal gleefully, then frown –
Doesn’t Garrett die?

“Holly and Gerry?” I say. Rob
shakes his head again. “P.S I Love You,” I add. Then I frown again remembering
that Gerry definitely dies, not such a happy ending.

Rob leans forward and takes my
hand in his. “Tristan and Isolde,” he whispers.

I cock my head to the side –
Bastard
knows that’s my favourite film!
I grit my teeth at him, then take a long
drink of my Bourbon and stare out of the window.

“What’s your point Rob?” I bark.

“Another?” He asks pointing to my
almost empty glass, avoiding my question.

“Sure.” I swig the last of my
drink and hand my glass to him. I suddenly remember I wanted to tell Gladys
about Joyce, I quickly pull my mobile out and speed-dial her.

“Hello?” Gladys sounds out of
breath –
That’s odd?

“Are you ok?” I ask feeling
instantly worried.

“Oh Coral! Yes, darling...I’m
fine.” She pants. I pull my mobile away from my ear and check I’ve called the
right number.
Yep definitely Gladys!

“Ok, I’ll be quick, I’m out with
Rob.” I say, still a little mystified.

“Oh, lovely dear,” she says,
still panting.

“I saw Joyce tonight. Gladys I
think you should call her, she looked really sad. I think the deal went
through, I think she’s selling.” I say feeling nauseous again.

“Ah...so you know,” she softly
says.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m ok.” I add
for good measure. I know she’ll worry. “I’m more concerned with Joyce, we saw
her in the Restaurant tonight, I don’t think it’s really hit home what she’s
doing.” I close my eyes and bite my lip as I try not to think too hard about
it.

“Leave it with me darling, I’ll
call her now.”

“Thanks Gladys.”

“You’re such a sweetie.” She
gushes.

“Um, no, I’m not.” I answer
feeling embarrassed.

“Yes you are, you’re always
thinking of others, you have a big heart under that big sleeve of yours.”
Crap,
not this again!

“Gladys, I’ – “Goodnight Coral,”
she interrupts I can tell she’s smiling. “Don’t drink too much and say hello to
Rob, sleep well darling.” She adds.

“Night, sleep well.” Just as I'm
about to hang up, I swear I hear a male voice mumble something in the
background and Gladys giggle at him, then the line goes dead –
Ok, way too
much alcohol, I'm hearing things now!

As Rob sits down in front of me,
handing me my second double J.D he takes a deep breath, twirls his glass round
a couple of times then stares back at me.

“So you want a man to look at you
the way Edward looks at Bella?” I shrug he knows this is true, impossible, but
true. “Lucky you, your wish came true.”

I pull a face at him. “Shut up!”
I slur.

“No, I mean it Coral. Tristan
looked at you like that tonight.” I stare frozen and wide eyed at Rob, trying
to get my brain to compute what he just said.

“No he didn’t.” I argue.

“Yes,” Rob says so softly it’s
almost a whisper. “He did.”

My breath leaves me in a long
exhale. “You think?” I squeak.

“Coral, it was written all over
his face,” he says. “So what’s the problem? He’s rich, handsome and has it
really bad for you?” he adds.

“Well for a start you know I’m
not motivated by money....” I stop talking -
What the hell am I on about?
“He
should pick someone else,” I snipe. The words twisting my stomach, for some
inexplicable reason I don’t want him to like anyone else.

“Why?” He questions.

“Because I’ll kill it before it
even gets started.” I snap, quickly standing. “I told you Rob, it’s...complicated.”
Rob eyes me suspiciously. “Loo break,” I say and stomp off in the direction of
the restrooms.

AS I’M WASHING MY HANDS AT THE SINK
, I hear Rob’s words going over and over in my head – ‘
Tristan
looked at you like that’
- Something way deep down inside of me keeps
giving me a little nudge, telling me that I should go for it, but I know it
will all end badly and will be totally messy.

He is my boss for Christ’s sake,
and either he, or I, will end up sitting in the corner of a darkened room,
licking our wounds like an injured animal – It’s just not worth it. Shaking my
head at myself, I take a good look at myself in the mirror.

My eyes are slightly bloodshot
and I look as though I’ve lost weight, like literally overnight. I move closer
to the mirror in front of the sinks, leaning forward I see my cheeks look
slightly sunken too –
That’s too much exercising for you!
I scold and
turn away from my reflection. Sometimes I really hate what I see staring back
at me.

I close my eyes and grit my teeth
at myself, I really shouldn’t go down this melancholy road, not when I’ve been
drinking –
Come on Coral!
– I take a step forward and stagger slightly,
guess the alcohol is finally kicking in.

As I head back through the bar,
I’m reminded of Lily’s birthday party. I need to invite Rob and I’m hoping if I
mention it, we can get off the subject of Tristan.

“Hey.” I sit myself down. “Before
I forget, its Lily’s birthday party this weekend. Are you and Carlos coming?”

“Are we invited?” Rob asks.

“Of course you are. You’ve been
to every one of her birthdays. Debs said she’s looking forward to seeing you
both.” I add, even though she didn’t say that, but I know she will be.

“Well as far as I know we have
nothing on, so yes. Count us in!”

“Great! Oh and we’ll need to go
shopping for a birthday present, can you make lunch tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“What time?”

I shrug my shoulders un-sure of
what will be happening tomorrow. “Can I text you?” I ask.

“Yes, that will be fine. I have
nothing booked till next week anyway.” I try to hide the smile creeping across
my face.

“Was she really that bad?” I
question.

“Who?”

“The evil witch in London?” I
say.

“God was she! And she was more
like ‘Daddy has too much money for his own good’ kind of spoilt little bitch.”
Rob sniggers; good he’s off the subject of men.

“Nice!” We both laugh and click
our glasses together.

“To spoilt bitches that earn us a
living,” I say.

“And rich bosses who send shivers
down our spines!”
Damn it!
I scowl at him then bob my tongue out.

“Enough with the rich boss
thing,” I snipe.

“Ok, ok. I’m done.” Rob laughs,
holding his hands up in defeat.

Good, now we are off the subject
of
Tristan
, we can really have some fun...

I WAKE UP WITH A JOLT
, my
mobile buzzing loudly beside me. As I sit up and look around me, I realise I’m
in my studio and I’m on the sofa? I look down at my body and see I’m still
fully dressed with a blanket draped over me. I do not remember getting here?
Ugh!
I feel so disorientated.

With half-closed eyelids, I
fumble in my bag for my mobile and quickly answer it.

“Hello?” I croak.

“Ola darling!”

“Carlos?” I whisper -
Stop
shouting!

“Yes sunshine, it is me.” He
chuckles. I look up at the clock on the wall, it’s 7.35am.
Shit, I should be
swimming now!

“What happened?” I ask trying to
recollect the previous evening, and slump back down on the sofa. As I do, I can
see a big glass of water on the side.

“I came down to pick Rob up, he
was too drunk to do anything – honestly, you two when you get together, you’re such
a bad influence on each other! Anyway, I carried you home, made you take some
Nurofen, and got you settled on the sofa.”
Sweet!

“You did?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Thank you,” I whisper. Realising
the Nurofen must be the reason my head doesn’t feel too bad, my body however
has different ideas! “Is Rob ok?” I ask.

“Still sleeping it off,” Carlos
advises.

“Sorry.” I whisper.

“What for sunshine?”

“Taking him away from you,” I
croak.

“We needed the space.” He tells
me.

“Did Rob tell you about Lily’s
birthday?” I suddenly recollect asking him about that.

“Yes, we’ll be there.”

“Good, I miss you.” I haven’t
seen Carlos in ages. I feel my eyes closing on me again, I really want to go
back to sleep.

“You saw me last night.” He
chortles.

“I don’t remember.” I answer groggily.

“Well, either way, time to get
up.” I wish he would stop shouting. “Lots of water and a cold shower, you’ll
feel right as rain in an hour.”

I snort loudly. “I very much
doubt that.” I turn on my side and the room starts to spin.
Shit! Coral you
idiot! Why d’ya get so messed up when you know you have work the next day?

I squeeze my eyes shut. “I think
I might bail.” I groan.

“Oh no you don’t, come on up,” he
tells me sternly.

“My body doesn’t feel like mine,”
I tell him.

“I’m coming over,” he tells me.
Rob and Carlos have always had a set of keys to my place, it means I don’t have
to get up and unlock the door.

“Ok,” I whisper.

“See you in ten,” he softly says.

“Ten.” I whisper back and pass
out.

A SOFT VOICE IS CALLING ME
.
Trying to wake me from my peaceful slumber.
No! Go away!

“Coral
come on, time to get up sunshine!” The voice chortles softly.

“No,” I grumble and push the hand
away that’s trying to gently wake me.

“Coral wake up.” A stern voice
tells me. I open my eyes, blinking several times and see Carlos sitting on my
coffee table, looking as handsome as ever; sandy blonde hair, blue eyes,
gorgeous tan and a body to die for.

“Carlos?” I mumble.
Ugh! My
mouth feels so dry.

“Sit up.” He orders and I quickly
do so, my stomach objecting, my head spinning again. I wince as I turn to face
him, my ribs throbbing with the movement.
Why are my ribs hurting?

“You ok?” He asks looking amused.
He never takes my hangovers seriously.

I slowly shake my head then
quickly stop, everything still seems woozy and it’s so bright in here.
Who
turned up the sun?

“Here drink this.” He hands me a
pint glass of my pre-made vegetable juice, guaranteed to kill any hangover.

“Thank you,” I whisper and drink
the whole thing down without coming up for air.

“Come on, you need to shower and
get ready. I’ll take you into work.” I lie back down and throw my arm over my
eyes, trying to block out the sun that’s blasting through. I just want to go
back to sleep. “Coral, seriously it’s ten to eight. You’re going to be late.” I
listen to his words, my brain taking a moment to process them and when it does,
full scale panic sets in.

“Fuck! I’m late.” I shout and
jump up from the sofa, swaying slightly as I do. Carlos quickly grabs both my
arms and steadies me –  I don’t mind Rob and Carlos touching me.

“Slow down darling, you have
plenty of time. I’m taking you into work,” he repeats.

I swallow hard and launch myself
into his muscular chest. I always feel emotionally raw the day after a heavy
night. “Thanks Carlos, I owe you, big time.”

He chuckles hard and wraps his
arms around me. “How do you feel?” He asks rubbing my back.

“Um...I don’t know yet, my head
doesn’t feel too bad though, considering!” I think Rob and I must have got
really hammered last night! I feel him chuckling. “Thanks again,” I say feeling
utterly grateful for last night, and him being here now.

“My pleasure. Now, go take a
shower, I’ll get your work clothes ready.” God I love having gay friends!

Pulling out of his arms, I kiss
him on his cheek then sleepily make my way over to my tiny bathroom. Once in
there, I attempt to strip my clothing only to bash my arms several times on the
shower door –
Damn it!
– I'm finding it hard to keep my eyes open; I
just want to go back to bed. I wonder what time I was put to bed?

Bashing my arm again, I decide
it’s probably best to sit down to do this, so I put the toilet seat down and
gently lower myself down onto it, once there I am able to get all my clothes
off me without hurting myself. I clamber into the shower using the tiled wall to
stop me swaying and sink my head under the spray. The tepid water soaks my hair
and slowly brings me back to life, but I decide it’s still best to be careful,
no sudden movements, and gently shampoo my hair.

I hear the bathroom door open and
see Carlos walk in and pick up my clothes from the floor; he is such an awesome
friend. I seriously don’t deserve him.

When I’m done, I wrap a towel
around my hair and another around my body and attempt to clean my teeth. I
decide to avoid my tongue, I will do anything not to be sick, and the way my
stomach is feeling, one stroke of the brush will start me retching.

When I open the bathroom door,
Carlos hands me another glass of my veggie juice.

“Thank you.” I take it off him
and slowly sip it this time.

“You want some more Nurofen?” He
asks.

I shake my head, the movement
feeling much better than it did ten minutes ago. “I’m good, I’ll take some to
work with me in-case I need them later.” I add.

As I stand sipping my drink, I
watch Carlos transferring my mobile, keys, and purse from last night’s bag into
my work bag, along with a fresh packet of Nurofen. Looking up he sees me
watching him, I can't help smiling at him.

“What?” He chuckles.

“How did I ever get such great
friends like you and Rob?”

Carlos cocks his head to the
side. “What on earth do you mean sunshine?”

I shrug; feeling slightly
melancholy as is usual after a fun night out. George tells me its yin yang, for
every high there has to be a low.
Shit!
I have George tonight! –
Great
therapy with a hangover, what an awesome combination!

“Are you ok?” Carlos asks,
slightly amused -
Git!
I punch him lightly on his muscular shoulder. “I
have laid out your work clothes on your bed, hurry darling.” I look up at the
clock, 8.15am. I’m normally in work by now, even though I don’t officially
start until 9am.

“On it,” I say slowly making my
way up my tiny staircase with my glass of juice in hand.

As I look at the clothes on my
bed I am in awe, Carlos has worked wonders. I would never have thought to match
my gun metal grey suit trousers with my black frilly gypsy top, which I only
ever wear socially, and my black peep toe wedges, not too high, more for
comfort. He knows I’m going to need it being hung-over, and I know once the
outfit is on, it will totally rock.

I quickly drop my towel, cream my
skin from head to toe, spray myself with perfume and add deodorant under my
arms – I’m trying to move quickly, but everything seems to be going in slow
motion. I find some pants then hunt for a bra, finally dressing in the outfit
Carlos chose. Slipping my feet into my wedges, I pick up my juice and head back
down the stairs.

“Stunning,” Carlos says grinning
widely.

“Thank you.” I blow him a kiss as
I head for the bathroom. “I love it,” I add turning to beam at him -
Seriously
he should be my stylist!

I quickly comb my hair and braid
it into a bun. Then I finish the rest of my juice whilst applying my makeup.
When I’m done, I come out the bathroom and look up at the clock, 8.35am that
must officially be a record. I don’t think I’ve ever got ready so quickly?

“If we leave now, we can get you
some food inside you.” Carlos says steering me out of the living room towards
the patio doors, he ushers me out and passes my handbag to me. It’s all going
way too fast for me to keep up. “Rob says you didn’t eat much of your fajita’s
last night, naughty Coral. It’s drinking rule number one.” He admonishes
fishing my keys out of my bag and locking the door.

“I know,” I grumble feeling
guilty.

As we quickly march down the
concourse, my arm wrapped in his to steady me, I can't help but feel a little
better. I definitely would have bailed today, told Joyce I had a stomach bug or
something, and sat at home wallowing in my own self-pity...

WE ARE STOOD INSIDE A LOVELY LITTLE CAFÉ
called Munchies. We are only two doors away from Chester House,
where I work, which is a small step away from Kemp Town and it’s only 8.45am. I
have time to eat. I know I should be good, but I really feel like something
naughty.