When You Have Everything, You Crave Nothing 9
Seany pops over...
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'Hell, my love.' Says Seany grinning at me. 'I told you I'd come over.'
I grin and jump into his arms. 'You fool! What are you doing here?'
'I was missing you so much and you were ill so I really couldn't stop myself.'
I kiss his cheek and laugh 'You better come in.' I grab his hand and take him through to meet Ella. 'Ella, this is Sean.'
Ella looks up and does a double take at Seany. 'Hello, well this is a surprise.'
Seany smiles 'It is a bit.'
'Honey I really have to get to work now, but you can come with me, but we really must dash.'
He nods and I grab a hair band, my bag and shoes before officially being late again for work.
'Welcome to my office.' I say proudly to Sean.
'What a fantastic view.' He says. It is incredible. You have a great view of central park from my window.
'Another lover.' Trixie says.
My eyes widen and look at the evil pixie strolling in. How dare she. 'This is Sean, my boyfriend.'
'The London one?'
'You've not got a boyfriend over here, have you?' He asks.
'No. Don't be daft.'
Sean smiles and shakes Trixie's hand when Viola and Fearne come in. 'Ahh that is pretty cute. I've never known a guy to cross countries for anyone.' Fearne says. I know. I'm incredibly lucky. Yet Viola raises an eyebrow as I leave the office to go and get a chair for Sean.
As I leave the office, Rhys spots me and says 'What are you with that chair, Saphy?'
'We need an extra chair.'
'Why?'
I turn to look at him and say 'My boyfriend needs a chair.'
'Boyfriend?'
'Yes. Seany surprised me this morning and he's here right now.' I say trying to make a point that, that thing on Monday had no impact on me.
'Let me meet him.' He says a little too eagerly.
'Must you?' Rhys and I haven't spoken about our thing on Monday and I'm not going to start up that conversation now.
'Yes. Let me sing your praises.' What about? How great at kissing I am? Or what a deceiving person I am?
Rhys takes the chair out of my hands and carries it for me and I can see his muscles through his linen shirt. They are impressive. Well I should know. They've been draped all over me.
'Hello Sean, I'm Rhys Wildman, your girlfriend's boss.' He says oozing power. Sean stands up and shakes his hand.
'I hope you're looking after her well.'
Rhys grins 'Very well, I think.' More than you know.
I stand meekly between the pair and Rhys says 'So, Sean, what do you do for a living?'
'I'm a producer.'
Rhys nods 'Impressive. How did you and Saph meet then? She hasn't told me that.'
'We met at an awards evening. She caught my eye instantly.'
'How long ago was that?' Does he want to ask any more questions?
'Four years ago.'
'Serious then?'
'Yes, very.' I butt in. 'Now I really must get back to work.'
'Of course. See you later, Saph.'
Sean looks at me and I ask defensively 'What?'
He shrugs 'I didn't say anything, baby, what's up?'
I look away and say 'Nothing.' Except it's everything. Sean rubs my back and kisses the back of my neck lovingly and each time he does, I feel awful. He doesn't know that another man's lips have been in that exact area, perusing around in the same way. He doesn't know that another man's teeth have been chewing on my lip or ear or nibbling at my nipple. He doesn't know that when he called on Monday, I was in the middle of a passionate make out and I don't think I'm going to tell him any time soon, however bad I feel.
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