Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“Did you know?” I ask, tears clogging my throat.
“That you broke up? Yes.”
“No, about the part. Did you know?”
“Oh. Well, I suspected, yes. I mean, he is Pavel. He makes men piss themselves and weep for their mothers.”
“Did he tell you what they did?” my voice raises. I don’t know why I’m mad at Sasha right now, but I am.
“No, of course not,” she says immediately. “They don’t tell me anything. That would make me an accessory.”
The green-eyed monster settles down.
“How could I be so naive? I thought I got that part on my own.”
“Who cares how you got the part, Kayla?” Sasha protests. “It’s always who you know in show business. You know that. That’s why you’ve been working those promotions—hoping to get out there and meet the right people. Well, the right person got behind you this time. It doesn’t matter why.”
“It does matter. I thought I was good enough to do this, and now...” —I choke back a sob— “...now, I know I’m not.”
“Bologna,” Sasha says, making the word sound cute in her accent. “You are good enough. Pavel got you the part, now you do the rest. Show them how great you are. Get yourself the next part all on your own. Don’t you dare walk away from that part, or I will fly over there and kick your ass myself.”
“I wasn’t going to walk away from it,” I sniff. “I wanted to be that proud, but I couldn’t bring myself to make that call.” I think of the other call I’ve been burning to make. “I think I overreacted with Pavel.”
“You did. I mean, I’m sure there are many things I don’t understand about your relationship, but I do know the guy was ready to move out there to be with you. I mean, he was head over heels in love, Kayla. I don’t see why you’d throw that away so easily.”
My knees go weak, and I drop onto a park bench. “He was ready to move out here?”
“Yes! We were going to finance his real estate venture out there. He was working on a plan.”
Hope skids across my chest and then flares to life like a match strike. All the desperation that’s crowded in this week starts to lift.
He was going to move here. He wanted to be with me full time.
And I ended things. Oh God, I made such a terrible mistake. The totality of it comes crashing down on me from every side.
“I gotta go, Sasha.” I rise to my feet, a surge of adrenaline suddenly running through me. “Thanks for calling.” I hang up before she can answer and dial Pavel as I walk swiftly toward my apartment.
He doesn’t answer.
Dammit.
I end the call, then change my mind and call back to leave a message.
“Pavel?” I croak into the phone. I’ve reached the front of my apartment building, and I stand in front of the planter I’d never noticed until he made me look for beautiful things.
That’s the thing with relationships, too. Just like life. Whatever you look for, is what you see. When you look for beauty, you find it. When you look for problems, you can discover those, too. What Pavel and I had was something unusual. Special.
I finger one of the leaves now. “I’m sorry. I, um, I probably overreacted about the part. Can we talk?” I hang up, my heart pounding.
I go up to my apartment, which I thankfully have to myself for once. I pace around the living room for the next hour, but he doesn’t return my call.
Gah.
What do I do now? I send the same message as a text.
Still no reply.
I wait another hour and try to call again, knowing I’m acting desperate and not caring. Hell, I am desperate.
I threw away my relationship with Pavel because it wasn’t normal. It didn’t fit in a pretty box that could be tied up with a bow. It wasn’t a romance novel relationship. My friends didn’t understand it. It challenged my moral compass.
None of that has changed. I don't know how to fix all those things. But what I do know is that I want it back. I want Pavel in my life. I want to soften his edges and draw strength from his hardness. I want him in my corner, backing me up, protecting me, making me swoon with his soft, dommy commands.
Pavel doesn’t answer, so I try leaving another message. “Pavel?” I can’t stop the tears, and I don’t try. “I’m sorry I ended things. Please, can we talk? I was so muddled; I had sub-drop that day, so my emotions were out of whack, and Sheri had made me promise that morning not to let the relationship interfere with my career, so I guess when it did, I just overreacted. Can you call me back, please?”