The Moment She Knew by Christine Farrey Page B

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    She returned to his bedroom. The large room was like the rest of his apartment, artless. The furniture still dark cherry wood and it all matched perfectly. His sheets were navy blue. He had nothing in the apartment symbolizing what he liked or what he was interested in. Callie did notice a bottle of Drakkar Noir cologne on his dresser, so that was what made him smell so delicious. She thought he would have worn something like Gucci for men, something more expensive and popular. He didn’t have much else other than his watches and his wallet on his dresser. His apartment was simple, the complete opposite of Callie’s. When she moved out on her own, she made sure her apartment had a cozy feel. She threw on some clothes and went in search of him.
    She arrived in the kitchen and he wasn’t there but she could hear him talking. He walked into the kitchen exiting from a room she hadn’t noticed; the apartment was bigger than she thought. He was on his phone. “Well I have plans today, so fix it. I don’t care how; this is why I pay you. I’ll check in later.” Then he hung up the phone.
    “ You want me to make some coffee?” She asked.
    “Yea that’s fine, the coffee pot is right there, and then we can shower and head out but first I do believe I am owed a morning kiss.” He tapped his lips. She leaned to kiss him. He lifted her up and placed her on the counter, settling in between her legs. She made a wince.
    “Sorry, shit, I completely forgot you would be sore. How are you feeling?”
    “Just a little sore, nothing I can’t handle.”
    “Well let me know if you want me to kiss it and make it better,” he winked.
    “You can’t say things like that to me,” she covered her face with her hands.
    He moved her hands away. “Why not? You won’t be shy for long. Just wait until we change up positions and bring some toys into play,” he was smiling.
    “Stop that.”
    “I’m completely serious,” he said as he left the kitchen and went upstairs; she didn’t know there was an upstairs.
    Moments later footsteps made her turn towards the living room and she saw a woman walking into the kitchen. She was young with very short copper color hair; her eyes were focused on her phone. “Nice of you t o answer your phone when I call,” she said as she was walking into the kitchen. She looked up and saw Callie standing there.
    “Who the fuck are you?” She asked.
    “Who the fuck are you?” Callie replied. This woman was just rude.
    “When did you start letting your whores spend the night ?” She yelled throughout the house.
    “Around the same time he started letting rude bitches just walk freely into his apartment,” Callie replied. She wanted to know who this woman was. Connor appeared in seconds. “Ok one, you need to watch your mouth when you’re in my house, talking to my guests,” Connor said and the copperhead bitch narrowed her eyes at him, “And two this is Callie and you owe her an apology.”
    Connor stood between the two women. “THIS is HER?” She asked waving her hand up and down in Callie’s direction. “And I don’t owe her anything.” She approached a stool and sat down.
    “If you want to be welcomed in my place you do,” he stated firmly.
    “S he called me a bitch!” Callie was watching the interaction between them still not knowing who she was.
    “Well you were acting like it and also I did hear you call her a whore .” She stared at Callie, she did not want to say it but she didn’t have a choice. “Sorry.”
    “O k good. Callie, that’s all you will get out of her but hey, most people don’t even get that. Now Callie this is Dev, my sister.” Callie’s eyes widened. Great, this was his sister, his best friend, the person he was closest to.
    Connor stood against the counter, legs crossed drinking his coffee. “I heard you were in town and I can’t seem to get you on your phone lately, so I figured I’d stop by. You need to confirm the menu and other things for