Blame It on New York – Chapter 05.

This post is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, businesses, organisations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.



Their bodies were locked in a tight embrace, the sheets hardly covered her curves and his muscles but they did not feel cold.  Even though the temperature outside must be at least thirty degrees, it was still warm and toasty inside from all the passion and heat that had taken place earlier on.

Vibrations from a mobile phone disturbed the peace in the room.  Sam stirred from the disturbance and ignored it thinking that it may just be her work email ringing with Christmas greetings from colleagues and suppliers.  But the vibrations were insistent and Sam realised that it may be a phone call.  She fumbled on the bedside table for her phone.  The weight of Wes’ arm on her breasts hindered her from moving much but she didn’t want to wake him.  He looked so peaceful and cute with his mouth slightly open and his hair tousled over his brows.

She finally found her phone and picked it up without looking at the caller id but before she could say ‘hello’ or yell at the person who was calling her at 3am, a high-pitched, whiny voice sounded on the other end of the line.

‘Wes-seyyyyyyyyyy, where have you been?  My friends have been asking me where my boyfriend is.  So where are you?  Stupid Ty kept telling me to wait, saying that you were going to give me a HUGE surprise but the part-ay’s ending soon and they’re going to take down the mistletoe too.  I’m aching for you.  Where are you?’

Sam sat up with a start.  Wes stirred but did not wake.  She could not listen anymore and cut the line.  She had picked up Wes’ phone by mistake.  Boyfriend?!  She knew it!  This whole thing had been a lie.  He had been attached this whole time yet he still slept with her.  She slapped herself mentally, angry at letting her emotions take over her head.  She knew her suspicions all along were valid.  Wes was such a great guy all round so how could he not be attached already.  Sam felt a pang in her heart and a deep sense of betrayal.  Her heart ached and it felt worse than being hit by Colin Phil.

Wes’ phone vibrated again.  Jennessa flashed repeatedly on his screen.  Tears flooded her eyes but she wiped them away with the back of her hand.  She could not stay with him any longer, she really should not.  She looked at him longingly but knew that this was something that she had to do.

Quietly, she scrambled out of Wes’ embrace, put on all her clothes, picked up her belongings and fled the suite.

Wes’ phone vibrated continuously for the next ten minutes and it wasn’t until the 25th missed call did Wes get woken up.  Sleepily, he picked up his phone only to hear a shrill scream from the other end which jolted him fully awake.

‘Wes-seyyyyyyyyyy, why did you cut my line?!’

‘What?  I didn’t even hear your call, I was asleep!  Gosh Jenn, what the hell are you doing calling me at this hour?’

Jennessa whined, ‘it’s Christmas and how can you not be here to spend it with me?  My friends have been asking for you the whole night!’

Wes was sick of Jennessa and her friends.  ‘Whatever for?  I don’t even know your friends that well.  Besides, we’re not even together or anything so why are they even asking after me?’

‘But there’s a mistletoe at the part-ay here and I thought it would be a great opportunity for us to start!’

Wes was impatient and greatly annoyed, ‘so long Jenn, and stop calling me!’  With that, Wes cut the line and switched off his cell.  He should have it off in case it rang again and woke Sam up.  He had been dead beat.  It had been too long since he had had such simple but wonderful love made with anyone and he was determined to have a go at it again.  At this time, he looked around the suite and realised that something was amiss.  Sam was gone.  Her clothes, her bag, any trace of her was gone.

Wes checked the bathroom, the living room, even the corridor but there was no sign of her at all.  Wes tried calling her mobile but it was switched off.  He could not believe it.  Had she left?  There was not even a note.  Did whatever happened last night not mean anything to her?  He felt betrayed and thought the worst thought – maybe she did deserve what Colin Phil had done to her afterall.



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