I walked into my parents' empty home feeling happier than I'd felt in a long time. Michael wasn't like any other guys I'd ever been with before. He made me feel like I was apart of him. It sounded weird in my head but it was true.
I threw my belongings on the ground and lay down on the wood floor, staring up at he ceiling. I couldn't help but giggle to myself. There were holes up there that I hadn't noticed before. I really did have my work cut out for me.
Nothing could take away my good mood. The sex last night was mind blowing and I couldn't stop replaying it over and over again.
The temptation to stay with him all day long was strong and I was proud of myself that I didn't succumb to my carnal desires. I didn't want to risk what could be a promising relationship.
My phone rang in my purse next to my head. I pulled it out and saw Fiona's name on the screen. “Hey there,” I said.
“You better tell me every little detail. Don't leave even a little bit out, Kelly.”
“I never kiss and tell, Fiona,” I replied.
“I'm hanging up right now and coming right over.”
I sat up. I definitely didn't want her coming over here. “Okay, I'll spill the beans.”
Fiona had already hung up.
“Son of a bitch,” I said out loud. The house looked like a hurricane had swept through. Even worse was my appearance. I desperately needed a shower and my hair was begging to be combed.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I cursed and tied my towel tighter around my body as I descended the stairs.
I took in a deep breath and opened the door. Fiona stood there wearing blue jeans with a white t-shirt tucked in. “How did you even find out where my parent's house was?” I asked.
Fiona brushed right by me and took a look around. “Come on, Kelly. You know me. Information like that is easy for me.”
I should've known. Fiona's connections ran deep.
“Big place. Could use some work but nice,” she said, wiping off a layer of dust from an end table.
I closed the front door. “My parents left me a lot of work.”
“You know you could always hire a contractor to finish the house.”
“Yeah with what money? Plus I sort of have this obsession with finishing it myself.”
“Your funeral.” Fiona walked down the hallway and into the kitchen. She took a seat at the only chair. “Now do I need to force the details out of you or are you going to confess your sins?
I went to the fridge and checked if there was anything to drink. Nope, completely empty. “Do you want some water.” I wasn't a very good host.
Fiona shook her head. “Come on. Cough up the details.”
I took a glass from the cupboard and filled it from the faucet. “There's not much to tell to be honest.”
She crossed her legs. “You really know how to fling the bullshit, don't ya? I can tell by the way you're dressed that you must've had a long night. It's almost noon and you've only taken a shower.”
I looked down at the towel that barely covered me. Fiona knew me too well.
“Okay I give up.” I set the glass down and smiled. “It was an unbelievable night.”
Fiona slapped her thigh. “I knew it!”
“The man lives in loft apartment with the best view of the city.”
“So this guy must be loaded then. I'm betting he's a CEO of some Fortune 500.”
“Actually he doesn't work anymore. He said he made some good investments and he's semi-retired.”
“Who cares how he got rich. The only thing that matters is that he's got money.”
“You know money isn't everything, Fiona.”
“Yeah in a close second comes sex.” Fiona flicked her tongue out at me. “Tell me the dirty details. I want to know all about it.”
“You're disgusting, Fiona. Is your mind ever out of the gutter?”
Fiona scoffed. “No never. Now spill it.”
I couldn't win with her. “I'll just say that it was damn good. Like best I ever had.”
Fiona leaned in, her eyes big. “Are you going to see him again?”
I couldn't help but smile. “I hope so.”
“Well consider myself super jealous. I don't know if I've ever encountered a man like that before.”
“I don't think I have either until now.”
Fiona shook her index finger at me. “Don't screw it up. Trust me, the rest of the men out there are bottom of the dumpster material.”
I cocked my head to the side. “You know clubs might not be the best place to pick up guys.”
“You think I haven't tried other avenues?” Fiona began to count on her fingers. “Dating apps, blind dates, and even Craigslist.”
“Craigslist? I didn't even know you could find guys on there.”
Fiona held her head in her hands. “Big mistake. Just take it from me.”
I let out a laugh and Fiona joined in. We laughed so hard tears streamed down my cheeks.
Fiona blew her nose on her sleeve.“So enough talk about men. How's the house repairs coming along?”
“Slow is a word you could use to describe it.”
“Do you need help?” Fiona asked.
I bit down on my bottom lip to hold back the laughter. “You...doing housework?” I couldn't hold back and doubled over laughing. Fiona getting all dirty and grimy was an amusing thought
Fiona grinned. “I don't know what possessed me to ask that. I know you have a lot of work so I'll let you get to it.”
I followed her to the front door and we hugged. “Thanks for coming over, Fiona. It was nice to share the good news with someone else.”
“I was thinking of going to club tomorrow night. Wanna join me?”
I tried to think of an excuse to let her down gently. “I'm not sure.”
Fiona picked up on it instantly. “Say no more. You want to keep your plans open in case Mr. Right calls.”
I gave her another hug and opened the door. “You're the best.”
“Remember that when I come back asking for more details.”
I let out a big sigh of relief after Fiona had left. I had actually enjoyed talking to her but I felt like talking anymore about Michael would jinx the whole thing. We'd only been out together once and Fiona was already planning what type of wedding dress I should wear.
I only hoped he would call soon.