***Knocks appears in my Mason series***
She slumped against the end of her bed, bottle of wine pressed against her temple, the letter creased in her hand, she re-read it again for the umpteenth time, her vision was now blurry but she had almost memorized it.
"No words can explain how much last night meant to me, I didn't get much sleep thinking about it all, I just took the enormity of it in and have come to the conclusion that I need some time to figure myself out, I am going back home to try and sort my family life, I have arranged to stay with my cousin until I leave, I will be in touch soon. Please take care and remember you are a brilliant person.
Sunni x"
A fresh wave of sobs began to bubble in her stomach, another person she had cared about in her life had left. Some part of her, deep down, understood why Sunni had to leave but it still hurt just the same. She was still feeling guilty over the mess she had made regarding Clarke and the app but she was doing her best to make it right, she was ashamed to admit that she was even enjoying herself and then she had to go and bump into Seth. Fucking Seth. He had arrived just like he had done all those years ago and turned her world upside down then vanished. Lyla took another mouthful of wine and grimaced, she had been dumb to let him back in and even more foolish to think she could settle down.
The heat was making her thin vest and panties uncomfortable, she sat down the bottle and stood up unsteadily, she peeled the vest over her head and let her full breasts flop against her chest, she plucked the waistband down over her curvaceous hips and slid one leg out, her toe caught in the material and she fell forward landing heavily on her elbow. The tears that had been threatening to come all evening fell and she passed out naked on the floor.
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"Who the fuck is making all that noise?" Lyla moaned out loud to the empty bedroom. It took her a few moments to realize that it was her phone vibrating on the bedside locker. She let it go to voicemail, turning her head she caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror, her hair was matted against her face, eye makeup making her look like she had gone seven rounds in a boxing match, it had been three days since Sunni had left and she had been in a drunken stupor ever since. She continued to make eye contact and felt a fire that was absent for weeks reignite within her.
"I am Lyla Samson." She kept muttering as she pulled her aching, hungover body off the floor, she held the wall as she maneuvered towards the bathroom. The cold water woke her up and helped banish some of the dark thoughts and fog that had clouded her mind. She was beginning to put a plan in place for her future, tough calls had to be made but she needed to take back the power and begin to get a grip. She didn't bother towelling off as the heat was so intense that she was sweating by the time she made it back to her room. Lyla, out of habit, went to knock on Sunnis' room before she remembered that her housemate had left. She padded down the hall to her room, her wet bare feet leaving prints on the tiles. Her phone was flashing and she unplugged it from the charger and flopped on the bed.
Five missed calls and seven text messages, three were from Seth, the other four were from Clarke. She deleted the ones from Seth, she was nowhere near the correct head space to be dealing with him right now. She pressed on Clarkes name and scrolled.
"Please call me Lyla, an opportunity has landed in our laps, this could be what we need to get back on track once and for all." The other three continued in this vein but the urgency in which he wrote increased. She cleared her throat and rang him, the steely determination still lingering in her bones. He picked up on the second ring.
"Lyla, I had begun to think you had dropped off the face of the earth." He panted, the apprehension evident in his voice, they had not spoken since they had sex, their last conversation had sent her down this dark path, the two investors they had lied to had forced them to fuck and Clarke then revealed they had taped the whole encounter and were blackmailing him to do whatever they wanted. "I spoke to Gunner earlier and apparently Chris Pepper is a frequent visitor to his club in the city, he spoke to him at length the other night and he agreed to a meeting about endorsing the app at launch. Gunner so kindly mentioned that you would call to his house to drop off the paperwork tonight. I am sorry about this Lyla but he is very hard to contact and Gunner said he would cut down the wait time to give back the footage. I don't know what Cassie would do to us if this ever came out."
The name Chris Pepper sounded familiar to Lyla, she was sure she had seen him on some celebrity news sites.
"Chris Pepper, he's that new hot shot baseball bad boy?"
"Yes, that's him." Clarke replied, he sounded tired and defeated.
"Send me the address." She said after the silence lingered on between them. "After this Clarke I am done, I feel like I have done more than enough to try and rectify my mistake, this weekend I am going to book an indefinite leave of absence from work and this city. I cannot go on living this way."
She heard him sigh loudly on the other end of the line."
"I don't blame you, I sent Cassie on the shopping trip like you suggested and I have had a lot of time to think too. Once I get the footage back and the app is launched I will step back from it all. I have a meeting with Gunner tomorrow morning, I will check in with you then. Thanks Lyla." He hung up quickly before she could reply.
She hated hearing him like this but the time had come for them all to hopefully put this chapter behind them. After some time spent staring at the wall, Lyla grabbed her laptop and searched for Chris Pepper online. A tall hulk of a man stood with a baseball bat rested on his broad shoulders, his career statistics were positioned beside his tall muscular figure. His game stats meant nothing to Lyla, but the 6'1, 190 lbs of pure man sent her into a flutter. She crossed her legs and settled her laptop between her knees, she clicked the interview link, his booming voice soon filled her room, he exuded power and cheeky swagger. He had the whitest teeth she had ever seen, they glowed against his caramel skin, both of his muscular arms were covered in religious symbols. His haircut was so tight against his head that it almost looked painted on, his diamond shaped goatee danced on his chin as he replied animatedly. It wasn't just his physical attributes that perked Lyla's interest, it was the way he spoke to the interviewer, so cocky and self assured, his charm seemed to seep through the screen and shot straight between her legs. She quickly searched for other images of him, her mouth went dry as she scanned the results. She would never tell Clarke or the investors but she was looking forward to what the night held in store.
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Lyla held the mirror of the compact up to her face and began to fix her lipstick, she had just swung by the office to pick up the contract and was now in a taxi. Clarke had tacked on a hand written note.
"I have not spoken to Chris personally but Gunner said that he was a good guy who would help us out greatly, just so you know he also mentioned that Chris told him about his more kinkier exploits while blind drunk one night at the bar, he has acquired tastes bedroom wise but of course Gunner wouldn't elaborate but he said he was confident that you would be able to handle it. I just want this mess to be over. So please for what hopefully will be the last time, could you please work your magic so we can finally put this mess behind us. Clarke."
"You and me both." She said as she pushed the envelope into her bag. Her mind was racing as she prepared for the night, part of her new found empowerment included owning her sexuality and no longer feeling ashamed or being hard on herself for enjoying a good hard fuck. Getting into the waiting taxi, she rolled down the window in the back seat and let the humid night air caress her skin and gently blow her hair. The driver was taking his time and Lyla found that she didn't really mind the casual pace. It made a change for her to take her time and not always be rushing after men. She had decided to dress casual. She wore black heels and a cut off tight white jean skirt, it made her ass pop and legs look slim. Her black waistcoat had a similar effect on her breasts and arms. Her bag contained her reliable hook up stash, lipstick, lip-gloss, wipes and perfume. She decided against going commando despite the heat, even so she packed a second pair of clean lacy knickers and a matching bra just in case, she also had a rolled up vest and short shorts for the morning after.
"Not going to embarrass myself further if I have to do the walk of shame." She thought before mentally checking herself. "Not the walk of shame, that's the old Lyla thinking, there is no shame anymore. If I do have to leave looking a mess then fuck it, it will be the stride of pride."
A confident smile graced her plump red lips and she sat a little taller in the back seat, inhaling the sweet evening air.
Nearly thirty minutes later she stood outside the front door of a giant apartment block on the rich side of town. She told the doorman why she was here and he quickly buzzed the intercom and spoke on her behalf.
