The XOXO New Adult Collection: 16 Full Length New Adult Stories (271 page)

“What’s wrong?” I asked. She didn’t move, only stared behind me.

“It’s Will,” she said finally. I whipped my head in his direction, wide eyed and gaping. It was Will all right. Telly’s longtime on again, off again boyfriend. They met in college when she was a freshman with newfound freedom and he was a junior in love. When I met Telly, she and Will were on the outs of their latest relationship. I only met him a couple of times, but Telly told me about every fight, every break up, and every incredible make-up sex session.

He spotted us and stood. His approach made me nervous, but was probably nothing compared to Telly, who had regained her composure and smiled like she hadn’t missed a beat of our fabulous time. Will was tall with wavy, brown hair and a sexy five o’clock shadow. He wore a tailored blue suit, light grey shirt that was unbuttoned at the top, and a very expensive watch.

“Well, if it isn’t Chantell Torres,” he said standing over us. Telly stood to greet him and he kissed her cheek.

“Hi, Will.”

“You look gorgeous,” he said. Telly looked away, blushing a little. “What brings you to Napa?”

“Marin and I decided to get away from the city for the weekend.” He took his eyes off of Telly just long enough to acknowledge my presence.

“Of course, Marin. How are you?” he asked and shook my hand.

“Very well, thank you.”

He nodded cordially, then reverted his undivided attention back to Telly. “So, where are you staying?” He inched closer to Telly.
Sniff, sniff.
Smells like trouble.

“We’re at the White House Inn,” she said.

“You’re kidding.” He beamed. “I’m staying there too.”

Well, well, look at that. Telly was having herself a little reunion, and I’d be going to bed alone while my pretend boyfriend cheated on me. My getaway fell sour.

“Is that right?” Telly responded without an ounce of excitement or interest. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, I’m having dinner with some prospects, but if you want to have a drink later I’d love to catch up.”

“Sure, I’ll let you know.” She brushed him off like a pro, but he handed her his business card.

“It was great running into you, Telly,” he said, stars apparent in his eyes. She gave a tight smile and he walked back to his table, gazing at Telly before he sat down. Telly downed her merlot like it was a shot of tequila.

“I’m gonna need another one of these,” she said, catching her breath from the long gulp.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I’m fine,” she said with an increased tone. I didn’t know if she was trying to prove it to me or to herself. Probably both.

“Are you gonna meet him later?” I asked. She shrugged and looked away.

We spent the rest of the evening engaging in our usual Telly-Marin banter. She managed to steal a few glances at Will. The first time I brought it to her attention she seemed annoyed, so I ignored it the rest of the night. We headed back to the Inn and to our respective rooms, both of us tired from the workweek and tipsy from the wine.

The silence of wine country allowed for a restful sleep. The next morning, I wandered out to the pool to meet Telly for breakfast. She hid behind the Chronicle, sipping her coffee, and eating eggs and bacon. Her wine country chic ensemble included white shorts, a navy blue top, and her signature dark shades. I was more on the side of sleepy-chic with my heather gray yoga pants and white zip up hoodie. We ate our breakfast, enjoying the view of the tranquil pool, full-bloom gardens, and the cool gentle breeze.

“So, what are we doing today?” Telly asked.

“We have a massage and facial at eleven, lunch, then tonight we’re going to a wine tasting party.”

“Oh, nice,” she said and let out a big yawn.

“Late night?” I asked.

“No, not really.” Hmm . . .

“You seem a little tired, thought maybe you met up with Will.” Her silence was incriminating “Did you hook up with Will last night?” I asked in a whisper. She blushed.

“Okay, fine, I met him out here for one drink. Big deal,” she said like I caught her taking one cookie from the cookie jar. But, Telly’s not one for moderation.

“Is that all?” I said.

“Yeah. We talked and he kissed me goodnight.” She buried her head deeper into her newspaper.

“Aw, that’s sweet, Telly. Now what?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you going to see him again?”

“I don’t know. Maybe if I run into him in the city.”

“So that’s it, huh?”

“That’s it.”

“Good for you. Get in and get out.”

“Any word from your PI?” she asked, strategically changing the subject.

“Not yet. I don’t know if that’s a good sign or a bad sign.”

“Well, let’s forget about the guys for today and enjoy ourselves, okay?”

“Okay,” I said and leaned back in my chair, gazing quietly over the garden.

There was something about getting a body massage and skin pampering that made life feel easy breezy. I forgot about Chad, about James, and about all the troubles of my recent life. For a short time, I could just let go. Telly and I were fully refreshed when we arrived at a nearby vineyard for a wine tasting.

It was held at a Victorian cottage with a wraparound deck adorned in twinkle lights and candles. There was an impressive spread of Mediterranean foods and, of course, lots and lots of wine. Each sip of wine was more unique and intoxicating than the last. I was feeling a little tipsy, so I went to the hors d'oeuvre table to fill my stomach. Then, I felt a vibration in my purse. It was the private investigator.

“Hi, Mr. Rogers. How’s everything?” I asked.

“Well that depends.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“How do you feel about tall blondes spending the night at your boyfriend’s house?” I felt my heart drop deep into the pit of my stomach.
That son-of-a-bitch is actually cheating on me.

“Do you have proof?” I asked.

“Pictures. I’ll email them to you along with the report. I’m so sorry, Ms. Marin. You were right.”

“Thank you.” I put down the phone, grabbed the closest glass of wine, and downed it. Telly was talking with a salt-and-pepper gentleman when she spotted me and excused herself immediately.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“I just got a call from the PI.”

“And?” I didn’t have to say anything my silence was answer enough.

“Unfucking believable,” she said. “Come on, we’re going back to the city to shove it in his tiny little dick hole.” She tugged my arm to leave, but I planted my feet.

“No, no. We’re here. We’re having a good time. We leave in the morning. There’s no reason to spoil the night.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Absolutely.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes,” I said, forcing a smile. “Besides we knew this was gonna happen. It happens to everyone.”

As much as I wanted to believe what I was saying and relish in being right, I couldn’t. Instead, I felt singled out. The harsh truth was settling in once again. When it came to my own cheating boyfriends, real or fake, I was still on a learning curve. I snagged another glass of wine.

Telly and I made our way through the crowd, mixing and mingling with nearly everyone. We were laughing and joking, flirting with cute guys, and of course indulging in some of the best wine I’d ever tasted. The more wine I had, the more relaxed I felt, and the more I forgot about what I would have to deal with when I got home.

The next morning I woke up to a knock at my door and a roaring sensation of being knocked over the head with three bottles of wine. I stumbled to the door, praying the knocking would stop.

“Who is it?” I called, trying to rub the ache out of my head.

“It’s Telly.” I let her in and returned to the bed as soon as my feet could carry me back.

“I feel like shit,” I groaned and covered my eyes.

“I thought you might. It’s ten o’clock.”

“What?” I shot up and looked at the clock. It was almost time to check out and head back to the city. “Did I miss breakfast?”

“Pretty much. I brought you some toast and Excedrin.” I leaned back on my pillow and began nibbling on the toast.

“No coffee?” I said. She revealed a Venti-size coffee cup.

“You’re my best,” I said and took the cup from her.

“What are you going to do when you see James?” she asked. I shook my head.

“I’m not sure. Part of me wants to tell him the truth, but I think I have to keep playing the trusting girlfriend.”

“You are going to break up with him, right?”

“Yeah, but I’m hoping to inspire some serious guilt.”

“Did the PI get pictures or video?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, if you don’t have proof they will turn the story around on you like that.” And she snapped her fingers.

“That reminds me, he sent a report.” I went over to my laptop and logged onto my email. There it was. The subject read,
Johns Report 1-1
. I clicked it open to see the file and used the password Li214 to open the attachment. The report accounted for both Friday and Saturday. According to the PI’s description, James and an unidentified blonde woman arrived at his house by a dark blue SUV around six in the evening. They left the house together by foot at seven-thirty, not returning until after nine. Neither was seen leaving the house again until ten the next morning.

I scrolled down and saw about ten pictures of the two of them coming and going. Some of the pictures showed them walking arm-in-arm. One of them looked like he was kissing the side of her face. None of the pictures showed them kissing mouth to mouth, but the fact that she didn’t leave his house all night was a sure sign they’d spent the night together. The evidence was clear. I uploaded the photos to a one-hour print shop and packed my things to go home.

I was so angry with James, angry that he was such a good liar, so deceptive that it made me sick. The need for retaliation surfaced, even if it was just a kick in his balls. He certainly deserved it. At the same time, I felt relieved. My mission had been accomplished, and I could finally move on from the trouble that had plagued me since the night I came home from Las Vegas. Then, I was sad. My operation was exciting and dangerous. It gave me a sense of passion that I hadn’t felt in so long. Now, it was over.

The drive home was quiet. The pounding from my headache subsided and was replaced by the pounding of my thoughts. Telly dropped me off at my apartment after we picked up the prints. Aside from the news of the report, it had been a really great weekend away with my best friend. A peak into the new life I was going to lead.

I flipped through the pictures, contemplating confronting him immediately or later. My guess was the woman might still be at his apartment, and I was ready to catch him in the act. My pulse quickened as I went up the stairs to his building. Someone was leaving the building, which allowed me to walk right in without having to buzz him from outside. Even better, I could really surprise him now. Bastard. Every step I took fueled my rage more and more until finally I made it. I banged my fist against the door hard and loud. Marvin barked like a ferocious beast on the other side. James answered.

“Marin!” he said surprised. I pushed past him into the apartment and looked around. No sight of anyone.

“You’re back early,” he said.

“I have to talk to you,” I said. James shut the door.

“Everything okay?” he asked. I looked up the stairs and there I saw a leggy blonde in shorts and a tank top. My jaw dropped. As dumb blondes go, she took the cake. I mean what kinda girl on the side walks downstairs when the girlfriend comes home. She smiled, which infuriated me. I glared at James, but he started leading me toward her.

“Marin, this is my sister, Amanda. She’s visiting from New York,” James said.

I turned to him, then to her.

She beamed and stuck out her hand. “Marin, it’s so nice to finally meet you. James’ told me so much about you,” she said.

I gaped, breathless, as I shook her hand.
Amanda? His sister? Huh?
It was not what I expected when I stomped over. I was too quiet for too long, so I conjured a bright smile.

“James’ sister, Amanda! Wow, what an unexpected surprise.”

“I wasn’t sure if it was too early to introduce you to my family. So when you said you had a conference in San Diego this weekend, I took that as a sign to keep it quiet,” James said. It made sense, the text, the embracing walk, the unmentioned visit. It all added up.

“Well, I’m sorry to have barged in on your visit,” I said feeling stupid, but also excited to continue my feat.

“No, I’m glad you came by,” James said.

“How long are you in town?” I asked Amanda.

“I leave in the morning,” she replied.

“Oh that’s too bad, now that we’ve only just met.”

“Why don’t you have dinner with us tonight?” she said.

“No, I don’t want to intrude.”

“You won’t be. It’ll be fun,” James said. I looked at Amanda who, for some reason, wouldn’t stop smiling.

“Okay, sure. What time?”

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I
met James and Amanda at Bacco, an Italian restaurant that Amanda was fond of. We shared a nice bottle of wine and Amanda told me all about her life in Albany. She was a patent attorney who lived with her husband Evan and their four-year-old daughter, Addison.

“So, what was James like growing up?” I asked.

“Well, for a long time he was the baby,” she said, as the oldest by four years, “and he followed me and Andrea around all the time. If we were playing hide and seek, he wanted to play hide and seek. If we were playing dolls, he wanted to play with dolls too.” James’ cheeks were freshly flushed.

“Dolls huh?” I turned to James. He cleared his throat robustly.

“I was really little.”

“He was adorable and so polite too. He was a football star in high school, but was friends with everyone. Now look at him, a successful physical therapist living in San Francisco with a beautiful girlfriend,” Amanda said.

I smiled at James who was still blushing.

“But,” she said, looking at James. “You’ll always be my little brother.” She leaned over and gently rubbed his cheek.