something to treasure - he’s a wonderful man and the very best of friends.
“Someone’s hungry!” Oliver says, chuckling as he looks at me. I realise I really haven’t done anything but scoff my face since the food arrived. Everyone else has been chatting between bites and I’ve been completely oblivious.
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry, I’m super hungry today. What were we talking about?”
Everyone laughs and I feel a little embarrassed, I must look like a pig!
“Don’t worry, darling, we were discussing it being your birthday. You must be on another planet…” Bea says with a big, warm smile. I’m glad she’s not teasing me too much about last night, I get very shy about situations like that, and the fact that she knows is already a huge deal for me.
“Oh, sorry, sorry… what about it?”
“Well,” Oliver starts, “I was saying that I’m looking forward to another, fun, birthday night out with the gang, sadly - minus Tilly and Luke and the others in England, of course. And Alexia was saying how much fun it is that you came to the States so she gets to celebrate with you for the first time.”
I’m shocked, that they really have been having a detailed discussion and I’ve been totally unaware of it. What? Am I totally deaf as well as preoccupied? I gasp. “Oh my… I missed all of that! Well, yes, I’m so looking forward to the rest of the day and tonight, too, and Alexia, I can’t tell you how thrilled I am that we get to spend my birthday together! And thank you to baby Emily, for coming when she did so that fate brought us to Vegas over my birthday.”
“Here, here!” Oliver says, before continuing, “And while we’re giving thanks, I’d like to thank the Universe for having me see sense with the whole ‘Stacy’ situation so that we can all enjoy the day without any tension; that’s a first for me this trip. And also to British Airways for taking her away from here and back to London late last night.”
“And to the poor person who had to sit next to her…” Bea adds and Oliver rolls his eyes.
“That, too.”
We giggle, but me being the pathetic idiot that I am still feels a little sorry for Stupid Stacy. It’s not nice that we’re giggling at her behind her back. Though she did hit me. And she did elbow me in the boob. And she did call me a whore… okay, so maybe I’m not feeling that sorry for her. Bitch.
CHAPTER SIX
TUESDAY 18TH JUNE (CONT.)
Oliver generously and unexpectedly offers to pay for our very perfect lunch, and of course a friendly debate ensues between the two men about who should really be paying. Oliver wins on the basis that Daniel pays for just about everything for everybody - all the time, which really is quite true, and because Oliver would like to pay for the main birthday meal of his best female friend in the world. He seems particularly pleased at his victory, which is very, very cute. It makes my heart thump a little bit. I love it when men get boyishly excited over unusual things like paying a bill.
We each head up to our rooms to change into our pool attire before meeting again, down by the main pool area. This is not the European pool so we must remember to keep our boobs inside our bikinis at all times, but considering I’ve never sunbathed topless in my life, I don’t think this will be too much of a challenge for me, providing my bikini top behaves.
Alexia is already sunbathing when I arrive at the pool, having found five beds together. She has a stunning figure and - probably because she lives in LA, a fantastic tan. She wears a simple, black one piece, over-sized sunglasses and a huge, floppy hat. The image of sophistication and class. Gosh, I wish I was more like her.
She is laying back with one leg bent, the other outstretched with her toe perfectly pointed and her nails a very simple American polish. Looking at it now, the pure white tips of the French polish seem so garish compared to the softer, less obvious cream. She gets
“Someone’s hungry!” Oliver says, chuckling as he looks at me. I realise I really haven’t done anything but scoff my face since the food arrived. Everyone else has been chatting between bites and I’ve been completely oblivious.
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry, I’m super hungry today. What were we talking about?”
Everyone laughs and I feel a little embarrassed, I must look like a pig!
“Don’t worry, darling, we were discussing it being your birthday. You must be on another planet…” Bea says with a big, warm smile. I’m glad she’s not teasing me too much about last night, I get very shy about situations like that, and the fact that she knows is already a huge deal for me.
“Oh, sorry, sorry… what about it?”
“Well,” Oliver starts, “I was saying that I’m looking forward to another, fun, birthday night out with the gang, sadly - minus Tilly and Luke and the others in England, of course. And Alexia was saying how much fun it is that you came to the States so she gets to celebrate with you for the first time.”
I’m shocked, that they really have been having a detailed discussion and I’ve been totally unaware of it. What? Am I totally deaf as well as preoccupied? I gasp. “Oh my… I missed all of that! Well, yes, I’m so looking forward to the rest of the day and tonight, too, and Alexia, I can’t tell you how thrilled I am that we get to spend my birthday together! And thank you to baby Emily, for coming when she did so that fate brought us to Vegas over my birthday.”
“Here, here!” Oliver says, before continuing, “And while we’re giving thanks, I’d like to thank the Universe for having me see sense with the whole ‘Stacy’ situation so that we can all enjoy the day without any tension; that’s a first for me this trip. And also to British Airways for taking her away from here and back to London late last night.”
“And to the poor person who had to sit next to her…” Bea adds and Oliver rolls his eyes.
“That, too.”
We giggle, but me being the pathetic idiot that I am still feels a little sorry for Stupid Stacy. It’s not nice that we’re giggling at her behind her back. Though she did hit me. And she did elbow me in the boob. And she did call me a whore… okay, so maybe I’m not feeling that sorry for her. Bitch.
CHAPTER SIX
TUESDAY 18TH JUNE (CONT.)
Oliver generously and unexpectedly offers to pay for our very perfect lunch, and of course a friendly debate ensues between the two men about who should really be paying. Oliver wins on the basis that Daniel pays for just about everything for everybody - all the time, which really is quite true, and because Oliver would like to pay for the main birthday meal of his best female friend in the world. He seems particularly pleased at his victory, which is very, very cute. It makes my heart thump a little bit. I love it when men get boyishly excited over unusual things like paying a bill.
We each head up to our rooms to change into our pool attire before meeting again, down by the main pool area. This is not the European pool so we must remember to keep our boobs inside our bikinis at all times, but considering I’ve never sunbathed topless in my life, I don’t think this will be too much of a challenge for me, providing my bikini top behaves.
Alexia is already sunbathing when I arrive at the pool, having found five beds together. She has a stunning figure and - probably because she lives in LA, a fantastic tan. She wears a simple, black one piece, over-sized sunglasses and a huge, floppy hat. The image of sophistication and class. Gosh, I wish I was more like her.
She is laying back with one leg bent, the other outstretched with her toe perfectly pointed and her nails a very simple American polish. Looking at it now, the pure white tips of the French polish seem so garish compared to the softer, less obvious cream. She gets
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