English Breakfast

Elicia:

Pulling out my dead phone and charger to at least give it a decent charge, so I could call Miss Clay and let her know I had made it safely.

She would “so” want to hear about Randi and my first night out ever. I never really went out unless it was school related, mostly Friday night football then I would go back to my apartment and relax with a movie or TV show.

Mostly romance novels about the supernatural.

I had no desire to hang out at the local burger joint in our small-ass town because I didn’t want anyone’s pity about being an orphan. It was just the hand I was dealt.

Too much drama for my liking but then Bain entered my life, and everything changed.

Soaking under the hot shower streams that seemed to have washed away my cloudy thoughts, feeling my muscles relax as the high-pressured jets pounded out the stiffness of my hangover.

Smelling the fluffy towel as my fingers guided gently over the dusty blue material, relaxing against the fresh linen scent as it embraced my waterlogged body.

Quickly towel drying my hair to ensure my vibrant ombre colors stayed for as long as possible, before needing another change depending on my state of mind.

“Total Chaos.” Laughing lightly, performing the shimmy and shake to get into my leggings that clung to my thick thighs and bubble butt with a quick smooth out of my hands to make sure the material laid flat against my skin.

I hated bras with a passion.

I could never find one that didn’t pinch or poke, so I had a variety of tanks with the built-in bra and the crisp white tank paired with the black and white flannel completed my look of casual comfy.

Light mascara and eyeliner to make my hazels sparkle with their subtle flecks of blue laced gently with the greens, while my fingers tussled my locks into a wavy curl. Letting the ombre locks air-dry, while I took care of the “Toxic Waste Factory” that plagued my mouth.

“Much better.” Exhaling a minty sigh, scooping up my bag after I picked up the bathroom with a quick once over, exiting out into the hallway painted a soft gray hung beautifully with contemporary artworks in black and white.

One caught my eye.

It was a close-up of a cherry blossom, coated delicately in a soft dew that reflected the natural light with the tiny droplets licking beautifully against the silky texture of the petal.

“That’s one of my favorites.” Randi’s amused voice scared me half-to-death, clenching my racing heart hidden beneath my thumping chest as his eyes flashed that weird hue of red, I had witnessed on the flight.

“FUCK! Randi.” Exhaling a shaky breath, leaning my head against the wall to regain control of my thundering heart as his bright laugh filled the hallway with a lightness.

“Sorry. I’m not use to having company for more than a few hours.” His bright smile turned mischievous as my own stretched ear-to-ear with his subtle hint of company being his sexual encounters.

“No, it’s okay. That’s really beautiful.” Pointing to the photo as we went back into the living room that was neatly picked up and back to “normal”.

“It’s a side hobby of mine. I bring a piece of my travels back with me, and that one was my trip to the annual Cherry Blossom festival in Japan a few years back.” His voice was airy and full of life as we slipped on our shoes, grabbing my bags he had brought in last night.

“I wanted to Thank you again for your hospitality last night. I had the best night ever.” Smiling at his bright smile grow larger by the step as we loaded my bags into his midnight blue mini, which looked black under the streetlights last night.

“That was the idea.” He laughed brightly, firing up the mini with a quick rev of the engine as we pulled out into the cute suburb heading back into the city.

Pulling my phone out as it fired to life with half battery life, chuckling at Randi calling another driver a wanker for pulling out in front going at grandma speed.

The barrage of dings and vibrations snapped my eyes down as the phone screen lit up with multiple texts and voicemails from…

“Bain.” Growling his name as Randi turned in amusement at my dark tone, beeping at another driver failing to yield into a round-a-bout.

“That was a little murderous. You okay, E?” Smiling at the cute nickname he addressed me in as I played the first round of voicemails.

“Elicia, I can explain everything. Please call me back, Babe.”

Cringing at the word that once made me feel “wanted” not used.

“Jesus Christ Elicia! Where are you? MC is pissed and worried.”

The infamous MC he called Miss Clay because he said she was a Controlling Hag.

“For Fuck Sake Elicia. Call me!”

Randi snapping his eyes to the phone as Bain’s voice echoed through the car in anger.

“He’s lucky he is still in the States. No one screams at a woman.” Randi hissed darkly as his hand slammed into the horn with a middle finger salute.

“Fucking God Damn Wanker Twat!” Randi spat coldly as he passed the delivery truck that abruptly stopped.

Scrolling through the remaining voicemails, seeing Miss Clay’s missed call and message.

“Elicia, sweetheart. Call me when you get the chance. I know everything and I won’t lecture you. That vile little Piece of Shit got more than an earful from me. Call me Sweet Girl.” Tears began to roll down my cheeks, wiping away the betrayal my own body produced as Randi pulled into a cute “Ma and Pa” diner.

“E?” His large, warm hand gripped my trembling hand in a reassuring squeeze as he motioned for us to enter the diner that smelled like heaven on a plate.

Clearing out all my call logs and voicemails before slipping my phone back into my pocket as Randi waved his hand to “enter” like a gentleman, grabbing the back booth so we could have some privacy.

“Morning to ya. I’m Cindy.” The middle-aged woman spoke with a husky tone as she handed us menus, pulling out her order pad with a cute blue pen with glittery feathers dancing playfully at the tip.

“Coffee?” She asked flatly as we nodded “yes” with our smiles that could kill.

Waiting for her to bring over the coffee before we jumped into my mess of Bain.

“Anything else?” Cindy smiled softly at the cook bantering loudly at the radio as she filled our mugs with steaming goodness.

“Two “Full English” please.” Randi collected my menu, handing them over with a megawatt smile that seemed to aggravate Cindy as she rolled her eyes.

“TWO ENGLISH. TABLE 6!” Cindy shouted, cringing at the throbbing inside my skull as Randi grabbed the creamer from the counter, sliding back into the booth with a low growl.

Looking up confused as his bright smile faltered for a second before catching my stare with a strange swirling in those usual soft green orbs.

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” Pointing to his then to mine, grabbing the creamer from his boiling hot hand as he shifted awkwardly in his seat.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” Quickly adverting his eyes to the table as he took a deep breath, sipping his still scalding coffee with a steamy exhale.

“So, um…” Randi coughed into his fist, patting his chest with another low growl as he set his mug against the wood top with a hollowed clunk.

Laughing lightly as he fumbled with his thoughts before he spoke.

“Next time blow.” Laughing heartily as his eyes snapped up to me with a confused, devilish smirk that made his eyes glow brighter with that strange hue of red barely noticeable against the green.

“You know blow before you drink.” Laughing as I blew slowly over my steaming mug of coffee, watching those sun kissed cheeks tint softly with pink.

“Right. Sorry, I was fixing to ask about those voicemails from Bain.” He leaned back against the dark oak bench with a scowl as my hands trembled against the mug, sucking in a sharp breath.

“My Ex.” Scoffing at the title as Randi perked a curious brow, pointing to me with a dark smirk laced across his lips.

“O” He mouthed as Cindy stalked irritated setting our plates down with a heavy clank, rubbing my temples to subdue the jackhammer pounding heavily along the tender flesh.

“Thanks.” We both laughed humorously, looking at the massive breakfast smelling rich in sausage, mushrooms, dippy eggs and this weird looking black sausage poking it with my fork as Randi laughed dryly looking at my perplexed expression.

“It’s Black pudding. A type of breakfast sausage.” Cutting a piece dipping it in my eggs to taste the infamous “black pudding” surprised at the rich flavor as it mingled with the egg yolk.

Smiling at the gob smacked expression Randi sported as he held his fork to his mouth, halting his first bite.

He looked like a little kid distracted by a new toy. So, freaking cute.

“Back to earlier. The change in mood.” He pointed with a now empty fork, gathering up his next bite.