Broken Truth (10 page)

Taking in Amelia’s words, Charlie remained quiet and allowed the thoughts of a world without Callum to overfill her mind. Suddenly her heart felt heavy and painful in her chest at the thought of a life without him. She knew she was far too deep into this relationship to even think about walking away. Just the thought alone was like a knife to her heart.

“Charlie?”

“I love him,” was all she could say. “I love him, Mia. I love him so much that my heart breaks every time he is away from me.  If only he knew how much I hurt during those five nights a week when I sleep alone from him. The empty, lonely feeling doesn’t go away until that moment when he is with me again. He means everything to me
and without him I don’t feel complete. I just feel so broken right now.”

Charlie started to cry softly into her napkin as Amelia looked on with growing concern for her best friend’s emotional state. “Have either of you talked about the future?”

“No,” she sniffed, wiping her nose with the napkin. “But every time we visit my Mother she always asks him about how long it will be until I’ve got a ring on my finger.”

“And how does he answer that?”

“Cleverly,” Charlie said with a half-hearted smile. “He always manages to laugh it off and tell her that we aren’t ready for that kind of commitment. She’s buying it for now, but I know that answer won’t pacify her forever.”

“Don’t worry,” Amelia said with confidence. “Let’s see what she says to him this weekend at Ben’s birthday party? Hey?”

“That should be interesting,” Charlie replied.

“Between the three of us we will work this out. Lucy and I will be here for you always,” Amelia smiled warmly across the table.

Nine

“Are you
seriously
still not talking to me?” Xavier whined for at least the hundredth time that day.

Charlie tried to hide her smile as she busied herself with the new window display. They had just received a new collection from an up and coming designer that they were showcasing and she had been tasked with making the window look bright and appealing. Luckily for her, they were just approaching July so the style was short and playful.

“Charlieeeeeeee,” Xavier moaned from behind. “How many times can I say I’m sorry? It’s like Friday for fucks sake and you haven’t spoken to me once all week. I am feeling so unloved and this is not okay!” 

She coughed discreetly in an attempt to disguise her laugh. If only he knew the entertainment he had provided her with over the past few days. This run of the silent treatment had worked out better than she could have ever imagined.

After finding out through Facebook that Xavier was a lying little bastard, Charlie decided she was going to have a little fun with her friend. Pissed off that he left her for not only Monday, but Tuesday and Wednesday as well, she decided a little bout of the silent treatment would suffice.

On Monday night when she finished work, Charlie switched on her phone to find multiple texts from Amelia who was checking in with her following their conversation earlier that day at lunch. Along with those texts were a few from Lucy and a couple from Xavier. Responding to both of the girls, she chose to then ignore the texts from Xavier.

When she didn’t respond after a few hours, the phone calls and voicemails started. Sitting alone in bed on Monday night with a tub of Ben & Jerry’s, Charlie wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes as she listened to Xavier’s voicemails.

“
Oi, you bitch! Why aren’t you texting me back? You’d better have a good excuse for blanking me because I won’t always put up with your shit. Call me back or text me.”

“Right... Well you’ve either lost your phone or you’re purposely blanking me. I haven’t spoken to you in a few days. Why are you being such an ignorant bitch?”

“Okayyyyy...  I’m sorry. I’ve just realised you’ve probably seen my Facebook page, so you know I’m lying, right? I would say it’s not what it looks like, but it clearly is. Call me!!”

After blanking his voicemails on Monday night, Charlie made sure to lay low over the days that followed. She purposefully deleted every text message and rejected each call he made on Tuesday and Wednesday. She wanted to make sure that bastard knew she was upset with him.

“Look...” Xavier gripped Charlie’s arm and pulled her away from the window. Normally she would have taken the mannequin arm she held and smacked him around the head with it for the way he just grabbed her. Yet this time, she stood before him her face completely emotionless.

Clearly the silence was bothering him as she could see his usual cool and carefree persona was completely in tatters today. He just looked flustered and completely not with it.

“Charlie, please talk to me,” he begged. 

The pleading tone of his voice was enough to break through the hardened shell she had built to store the feelings of forgiveness. She knew that without it locked away she would be too easy on him. She wanted the little shit to suffer for a change and beg for her forgiveness. It was now mission complete in her books.

“Please...”

“Oh fine,” Charlie sighed, throwing the mannequin arm to the floor and pulling him into a hug. “I was so pissed at you it was unbelievable. Next time your bit of man candy wants to go into the Gay Village then make sure you are able to get up for work the next day because I will not cover for you again.”

“You’re talking to me again,” he looked relieved. “I owe you big time, I know that. Next time you need a favour then let me know. I’m all ears for you.”

“Hmmmmmm,” she said rubbing her hands together. “This could be interesting.”

Dashing into the master bedroom, Charlie threw her handbag and mobile phone onto the bed. Kicking of her high heels, she pulled at the zipper on her dress as she ran straight for the en-suite. Finally getting the zipper all the way down, she quickly slid the dress over her body before also removing her underwear and thigh high stockings.

Twisting and securing her hair into a knot on the top of her head, she entered the large steam shower on a mission. With Callum due home in less than an hour, she knew that she should be praying for a miracle. Grabbing her exfoliating glove and shower gel, she let out a frustrated groan.

For a Friday night she was quite late getting home. Normally finishing every week at five thirty on the dot, she always made sure to book her last appointment with plenty of time in the event that things overran. What she hadn’t anticipated however, was that her boss would delay both her and Xavier by over an hour, especially on a Friday night.

Closing up the shop at five thirty, Charlie and Xavier were both itching to get out of the door when Imogen pounced and asked for their assistance in picking a gown for a party she was attending.

An hour and fifteen different gowns later, and Imogen finally felt satisfied. High fiving each other for their joint events, both Charlie and Xavier had quickly grabbed their bags and hurried straight out of the door.

Standing under the steam of the shower with her eyes closed, Charlie let herself relax for just a moment. She knew that she didn’t have time to hang around under the hot spray, but it just felt too good to leave.

“Well this should be fun,” Callum chuckled from behind.

She snapped her eyes open instantly and stumbled a little at the sound of his deep voice sensually reverberating off of the tiled walls of the shower enclosure. Raking her eyes over his naked body, Charlie felt instant relief wash over her as the missing piece to heart connected once again. Even if it was only until Sunday night, she knew that she would cherish each second she had with him this weekend.

“Careful,” Callum said as he closed the space between them and placed his hands on her shoulders to steady her balance. He flicked his eyes up and down the length of her naked body, lingering unashamedly at the soft swells of her breasts. “I missed you,” he murmured huskily.

Even standing underneath the hot water of the shower, Charlie couldn’t help the way her nipples began to harden. She was unable to control the reactions of her body around Callum, so she had just learnt to embrace it.

 “Your fucking tits are amazing,” Callum groaned as he stroked his hands down from her shoulders to cup her breasts. He squeezed them firmly in his hands before brushing the tips of his thumbs over her rosy, hardened peaks. Closing her eyes, Charlie bit down on her lower lip. “You like that?” he breathed as he continued to tease and knead her breasts.

Removing one hand from her chest, Callum firmly gripped the nape of Charlie’s neck and lowered his lips down to hers in one smooth movement. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as he sucked and nipped at her bottom lip.

The hot spray from the shower continuously pounded onto her skin, leaving her body feeling extremely sensitive. She gasped as a slight tremor ran the length of her body, which Callum used to slip his tongue inside of her mouth.

Meeting his tongue stroke for stroke, Charlie found her hands tracing across the well defined muscles of Callum’s stomach. Her fingertips dipped into each ridged groove before her hand found the small trail of hair that headed south. Brushing her fingers gently over the line of light and fluffy hair from his navel, she slowly crept further down until she reached his warm and pulsing shaft.

Gripping him firmly with one hand, she began to slowly trace his length. Pausing at the head of his penis, Charlie made sure to give some closer attention. Swirling her fingertips over his mushroom shaped tip, Callum emitted a low guttural moan into her throat.

“Fuck,” he cursed, pulling his head back to look into her warm and need filled eyes.

“I want you,” she murmured.

“Not yet,” he replied, bucking his hips against her hand. Marginally increasing her pressure and speed, she felt the sudden tense of his cock in her hand. “Slow down, Baby,” he warned, backing away from her.

“But...” Charlie began to pout.

Callum kissed her lips softly before trailing a blazing path of heat across her skin with his lips. Charlie whimpered as he nipped and sucked the warm water from her neck. Moving down further until he reached the rounded swell of her left breast, he circled his tongue lightly around her hardened nipple before pulling the taut peak into his mouth and sucking hard.

“Oh God,” she breathed as her trembling body gave itself over to the onslaught of Callum’s skilful mouth.  

Using one hand to hold her breast, Callum leisurely trailed his other hand across the flat expanse of her stomach towards her spread thighs. “Are you ready for me yet?” he asked as his fingers passed over her shaven mound to gently part her folds.

As Callum alternated to licking and sucking her other breast, he slowly worked one finger inside of her wet, throbbing pussy. “Oh fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “I can’t wait to get inside this tight little body later on.”

Charlie laid her head on Callum’s shoulder and groaned as he inserted a second finger into her warmth. Withdrawing slightly, he examined his glistening fingers with a smirk before driving back into her deeply with exquisite force.

She started to pant as the rapidly growing sensations flocked her body, urging her up to the point of release.

“Shit, Callum,” she gasped, forcing her head harder into his shoulder. She was trying desperately to fight against her impending climax, hoping to keep the feeling of such pleasure building for just a few more seconds.

Unable to continue exerting control, Charlie surrendered to the unrelenting pumping and pressure from Callum’s talented fingers. “Callum,” she cried, clawing into his broad shoulders as her inner walls started to contract furiously around his hand.

Pressing her full body weight against him, Charlie continued to convulse and cry out as each trembling jolt of pleasure shot her further and further into magical paradise.

“Come on, Baby,” Callum said, withdrawing his fingers from her body. He lifted Charlie’s head from his shoulder to reveal her satisfied smile. “Time to get you showered, so I can fuck you in our bed,” he chuckled, placing a kiss lovingly against her forehead.