Moving on 18

The conversation was over. I was baffled that he called me to ask on another date like nothing happened. He acted as though I was a sugar baby or worse a Hooker. I thought what we had was something very deep but how wrong was I? It was exhausting to even think that I had travelled that much far for a date. I had never left the mainland before. I will always cherish the night I spend with him. But I won't go on another date with him. No matter how much tempting he was. I had closed that chapter for ever. Harry Sinclair was nothing more than a piper's dream. It will never become a reality.

One had to only look at him and me and could clearly see that. We would never have fit together. He was richer than beyond my imagination. He drove fine cars. On the other hand I had a rusted car. I'm sure he will be ashamed to be seen with me. Cara would suit him better. He was supposed to be with a supermodel. Who was I? A nobody. But I refuse to be his mistress. I could see him flaunting his wife before my eyes. I was over thinking. He wasn't married to Cara. But I was picturing him as though he was. I had lost it completely.

It was so pathetic I had never thought anything other than Harry. Even the first day at my office didn't give me any excitements. I was still living in Dubai. I cursed myself for becoming vulnerable. I knew I should stop being a sad excuse. She would never forgive me for depressing myself over a man. She may even try to take me to a party probably the one in which he would attend. I shuddered at the thought..

I quickly walked to the washroom. I had a long bath with tears leaking occasionally. The pain had subsided so that I could at least function. But it is not fully gone. I doubt it will be there for a long time.

"Hey Babe", she greeted me cheerfully. She placed take out dinner at the counter. Normally I would cook us dinner except when I was sick or indisposed. Then she would bring some delicious Chinese and won't even take my money for it.

"I bought these to cheer you up", she said to me. I gave her a small smile.

"Come on. Let us eat before this shit cools down", she said opening the covers. I sat before the food not particularly hungry. But she will have my head if I didn't eat anything.

I picked at my food nervously wondering whether I should tell her about the call.

"What are you thinking about?", she asked me.

"I got a call", I said reluctantly.

"From whom?", she asked.

"Harry", I said nervously.

"What does he want?", she asked me.

"He wanted to know whether I reached home safely and," I stopped not knowing whether I should repeat his next words.

"And?", she asked me. I sighed.

"He asked me on another date", I told her.

"After everything happened. I hope you boxed his ears", said she.

"No. I didn't. I declined politely. He didn't ask me why I left", I told her.

"Why would he? He must have known. It was all over the papers", she told me.

"I don't know about that. He just cut the call when I said no", I told her.

"His loss. You are the best catch", she told me.

"I don't think so. I'm certainly no better than Cara", I told her doubtfully.

"You are a hundred times better than that shallow model who doesn't care if her boyfriend goes after other woman", said she.

I stayed silent I knew better than to argue with her. She should become a lawyer instead of musician.

"How is Alex?", I asked her trying to turn the discussion back to her instead of me.

"He is fine. He thinks I should practice more if I had any hopes of surviving in the industry instead of shopping. Can you believe him?", she told me.

I support him whole heartedly. It is not that she had no talent. Her voice is very good. But she doesn't work hard. That is her only fault. To survive the industry one had to have both hard work and talent. I'm glad Alex told her that. I was always scared to say that to her face.

"He also disapproves that I'm a freeloader. He thinks that I should get a good job and pay my rent", she said shaking her head.

"Am I a liability to you?", she asked me.

"No. Never Bi", I told her. This Alex guy was very different from other people she dated who encouraged her lack of aim. They were always saying my baby will figure it out instead of giving her right advice.

"He says he will give me a job at his tattoo place", she told me.

"Oh", I told her.

"Do you think I should take it?", she asked me.

"I don't know Bi it is your decision. I will support you no matter what", I told her.

"Do you think it is alright to work for my boyfriend? Gosh he will pay me. Does that make me a sugar baby?", she mused.

"No Bi. I don't think so", I told her.

"I see only one plus point. We could have sex all the time", she told me.

"Jeez Bi", I told her.

"Relax I was only kidding. Don't forget about the job. The sooner you get out of the house the better it is for you", she told me.

"I will start tomorrow. I hope my job is still there", I told her.

"Of course it will be there. Didn't Henry said it was OK?", said Bi.

"Yes he did", I told her.

"Then stop being a worry wart. By the way Henry is very hot. He liked you pretty well. Now that you are single again", she said.

"Stop it Bi. I'm not interested in him plus he is my boss", I told her. She just laughed. Moving on itself sounded like the hardest thing in the world. I was done with dating. I wanted to focus on my career from now. I want to go back to the life which was before Harry.