Page 24 of Festive Flings

~ Jamie ~

As I step into the elevator with the bellboy, I get a last glimpse of Owen and the big-boobed bimbo whose laugh is as fake as her gravity defying tits. My stomach turns in envy and resentment. On the plane, it felt like Owen and I were starting to get somewhere. I was excited for where that could possibly go, and then she comes in and blasts it all apart.

I look like a boy in comparison to her, with her stupid, big, bouncy breasts wobbling about. Even I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. How am I ever going to get Owen to notice me now, with my skinny frame and flat chest? Maybe I am fooling myself. How could I ever keep his interest? He is rich, successful, accomplished and he is oh-so-sexy and sweet.

I really have missed my chance. I should have bit off his arm when he asked me out, but it was such a shock to me that I went and messed it up. Now he’ll end up married to Blondey McBigTits, and I will have to bring them coffee every morning and watch them dance together at office parties.

I am not sitting around this hotel waiting for him to return, wondering what he is doing or who he is doing. No, I will go out and explore this beautiful city.

After our belongings are safely away in our respective rooms, I refresh my makeup, pull on my wool coat and scarf and make my way to the reception.

Owen and his friend are nowhere to be seen so I walk outside and hope that if I wander about, I will find something to do.

The company I work for has spared no expense for this trip. We are staying in The Nimb and it is the most gorgeous building. It is grand and glorious, and I am in awe of the majestic architecture. There are lights around outside, but they are understated and classy. It really is wonderful here.

As I soak up my surroundings, including the Christmas market at Tivoli Gardens, I am excited for tomorrow when I will be able to take in the full experience. I wistfully watch the happy couples all around me, holding hands and kissing as snowflakes melt into their hair and drip onto their faces that are filled with love and hope. In stark comparison, an empty hole opens inside me where my heart and soul used to be. I have never felt more alone than I do right now.

This is not the sort of place you go to alone; this is the sort of place you enjoy with your loved one. My mind immediately flashes to Owen, and I am floored by an overwhelming pang of longing. I need to leave this to rest. Owen is not going to revisit this ‘getting to know one another’ thing, and brooding over him is only going to result in me being lonely for longer.

I stop at the Anarkist bar, and after much debate I order the cocktail recommended by the bartender. Before I know it, some other tourists have joined me, and we have a laugh talking and drinking. After a couple of hours of drinking, I am definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol. Some kind of sense must kick in my brain, because suddenly I realise I haven’t eaten yet. I best go back to my hotel and get something to eat. On my way to The Nimb bar and restaurant, I see Ms. Big-Boobs, who eyes me suspiciously but doesn’t talk to me.

The menu is not in English… or maybe it is, and I am too drunk to read it, who knows, but I give up on ordering food. A few men look in my direction, expressing their interest in me. Men in suits, men in roll neck sweaters, men who still have their wedding bands on their fingers. But not one pulls my attention back; none of them are as enticing as Owen Matthews.

I have another drink, which I probably shouldn’t have, before I call it a night and make my way back to my room.

In my drunken state, I decide now is the best time to get some things off my chest with Owen. I am going to knock on his door and tell him that I am happy for him.

I completely miss his door and fall against the wall next to it. I look up as his door opens, and I tell him to shush, because he’ll wake people up. But when I focus, I realise Owen is standing in front of me with just shorts on.

“Oh my God. That’s not fair… why do you have to be so hot, Mr. Owen?” His eyes widen when I say this. Maybe he doesn’t know he is hot?

“Are you drunk?” he asks me, and I can hear him laughing at me as he tries and fails to sound stern.

“Just a bittle lit. YOU. Owen, YOU said it was best not to mix business and pleasure… So why do I feel so sad about it?”

I get up on my feet, but the floor moves causing me to sway, until Owen holds on to my arms and keeps me steady.

“Get in here. What am I going to do with you, eh, Jamie Knowles? Turning up at my room all drunk and pink cheeked, looking like a sexy goddess.” Before I can tell him why I am here, it registers that he has called me sexy. ME! He takes me into his room and sits me down before giving me a bottle of water.

“Are you on your Owen?” I start to laugh. I made a joke, and it is really funny. He laughs, too, and shakes his head while he removes my shoes. “Mr. Owen?” I ask.

When he replies, “What?” I blurt out something I shouldn’t be asking.

“Did you fuck her? You know the blonde with the boobs.” I even do the hand motion to demonstrate the big, massive knockers. He looks a bit startled by my question and slightly amused too.

Owen sighs as he sits beside me. “Yes. I did. I fucked her a few times a couple of years ago. Does that bother you, Jamie?” He’s looking me dead in the eyes now, his voice is clear but soothing, he still has no top on, and his hair flops down over his forehead making him appear younger than normal.

“I suppose it does bother me. Yes, I think it does. I am jealous, which is ridiculous. You’re a free man, and you can screw who you want. But I don’t want you to.” I start to giggle. I would never say any of this in the cold light of day. I am seriously going to regret this come morning.

However, there is a slim chance talking about all this will clear the air between us, and it will help us move on. “I want you to Owen me.” Well, I am on fire tonight with my jokes. I start to giggle, and after a while, Owen joins in with me.

“It bothered me that you went on a date with someone else. But I tried to respect the fact that you didn’t want to risk mixing business with pleasure when it came to dating me.”

My heart is beating fast against my rib cage; I am a heady mix of turned on, drunk and terrified.

“I have wanted you for the longest time, Jamie. Now, be honest with me. Do you want me? Do you want to give this a shot? Because I think you do, if your drunk talk is anything to go by.”

I reach out and touch his face. This gorgeous man with his dark hair, sexy stubble and his smouldering eyes. I want him; I want to give us a shot. But I am terrified I’ll walk in on him in bed with another woman, too. However, I have been miserable at the thought of never having this chance; Billie says it’s the things I don’t do that I will end up regretting.

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