C9 Chapter 9

Music boomed out of hidden loudspeakers in the walls of the nightclub. It was a Tuesday night in New York City. Colin and his friends were in the club enjoying one of their rare boys only hangouts. They sometimes agreed not to bring any of their partners or allow any of their female friends to tag along. And this night was one of such.

But one girl who didn't get the memo was Debbie. Colin watched her with the corner of her eyes as she danced away on the dance floor.

All of Colin's friends happened to be her childhood friends like him and, without being invited, she would usually come to join them at their hangouts. She had become friends too with those of their girlfriends who could tolerate her excesses.

He didn't know what else to do to make her understand he would never fall in love with her. She had always been expressive about wanting him the way their mothers desired.

Every hair on the back of his head stood at attention as she stopped dancing and started walking back to the guys. Debbie stopped by his side. She exchanged greetings with the other friends on the table before she bent over and wrapped her arms around Colin's broad shoulders. "Sugar, let's dance," she purred into his ears with a seductive smile on her lips.

"Dance?" Colin let out a nervous smile."No dear, I'm not in the mood for that. I am tired from work."

"So, what are you in the mood for?" She whispered into his ear, "because I am in the mood for anything and everything."

She picked the cup in front of him off the table and sipped a little from his brandy.

Debbie straightened up and returned the cup to the table. "Just this one dance now." She locked a strand of hair around her long fingernail. Debbie came on a purpose. She wanted Becky to see how popular she was among Colin's friends and their partners.

She had felt sidelined and cheated again when he introduced Becky to her a few weeks back. Therefore, she was disappointed when she came around and found out that none of the guys brought their partners.

Although it was obvious that Colin was smitten with his new girl. But Debbie was so sure that hell would freeze over before his mom accepted her. It was so easy to come to that conclusion. Becky's pedigree carried no weight. She came from the lower class and Mrs. Blake will never accept that. Debbie was so assured that Colin would finally settle for her with time.

"I have to go," Colin's voice jolted her back to the present.

He picked his phone off the coffee table. He had already lost interest in the night. "I have some work to do tonight." He said and stood up. He signaled to his friends as he waded through the crowd and walked outside into the chilly night.

"I need a ride back home," Debbie said behind him. “God,” he muttered under his breath, just as he thought she was right behind his heels. "I can't help you, Debbie,” he mumbled, trying to keep the disgust out of his voice. "How did you get here?" He opened his car door and got inside.

"I came with an Uber," she told him. “Thinking you will drop me off afterward."

"I'm sorry I can't," he shut the car door and whined down the glass. "You could call for a ride again or ask one of the guys to drop you off. I'm going to see my girlfriend."

"Here we go again!" She hissed at him and matched back into the club angrily.

He backed out of the club car park and headed home. He wasn't going to Becky's house. They didn't have plans to meet that night. They were together in the afternoon for lunch. He just wanted to get out of Debbie's claws as fast as possible.

A few hours later, Colin dropped the towel he just used in the laundry basket on his way out of the bathroom. He put on his pajama pants and sat on the edge of his bed.

He reached for his cell phone and dialed Becky's number.

She answered the call on the first ring. "Hey babe," she said, giggling.

"You are still awake?" He asked, as if it surprised him she hadn't slept.

“Of course darling, I have been waiting for your call,” her voice came out breathy and sent sparks down to his cock.

"Good girl," he cooed, enjoying the effect her voice was having on him. Becky giggled again, hearing him breathe rapidly from the other end.

They talked for almost an hour as if they hadn't seen each other that day. Finally, Becky yawned and said, "I have to sleep now.”

"Good night, my love," Colin said coarsely from the other end. "Sweet dreams, my darling.”

“Make sure you dream about me," Becky mumbled into the phone and chuckled.

"I always dream about you, baa-by,” he drawled. "You are my only dream."

"Really?" She asked with amusement in her voice. She already knew that.

"Yes now," his breath hitched. "If you don't know already, sweetheart, I'm obsessed with you. I dream and think about only you."

"Okay," she said fondly. "I dream and think about only you, too."

He let out a slow laugh and said, "I know, sweetheart.” Companionable silence stretched between them for a moment before he cleared his throat and said, “now sleep. I will call you in the morning.”

Becky remembered about his journey and asked, "when are you leaving for Stamford tomorrow?"

"Around ten in the morning." He and another senior executive were going to meet with the Mayor of Stamford about some community development partnership program Blake Cargo was about to embark on in the area. "The meeting is for noon."

"Alright then," she said. "We will talk before you leave, right?"

"Of course, yes," he chuckled. "And I am going to pick you up later at home in the evening for dinner."

"Yeah. Okay, goodnight," she whispered and disconnected the line. Colin smiled into the thin air and dropped his phone beside his pillow.