Chapter 11

• The last three days felt like déjà vu, you know, the usual routine at work. But this Wednesday, I had a delightful encounter with Mira. She's this friendly, gorgeous Korean girl, and we instantly hit it off. Our first lunch together was like catching up with an old friend.
• Alan, the talented author I'd mentioned before, sealed the deal with HR the following day. Our collaboration had already kicked off, and it was invigorating to work with such a passionate writer.
• Evan's presence in my life seemed to fade into the background after his legal team submitted his paperwork about the investment. At this point, I wasn't overly concerned about his intentions or the potential of him becoming a co-owner. Fast forward to Friday evening, and I found myself in a bit of a slump. I didn't even have the appetite to eat. So, I ended up channel surfing, desperately searching for something interesting on TV.
• But then, a familiar scream echoed through the apartment.
• "Guess who's home?" Sky burst through the door, bags in hand, full of enthusiasm.
• I leaped up, genuinely relieved that my boredom was about to take a backseat. "Sky!" I exclaimed, rushing to hug her as she threw her bag and then pulled me to the couch.
• Our excitement and catching up were in full swing when Sky demanded, "Tell me everything. Don't leave out any detail."
• This was the moment I decided to craft a fictional tale about Evan and me, making it sound like our romance had taken off after a chance meeting on a plane. I conveniently left out all the contract details, spinning a story about our official relationship status after a post on social media.
• Sky seemed captivated by my storytelling, but her curiosity got the best of her. She wanted to know why I was still sleeping in the guestroom and if Evan and I hadn't been intimate yet.
• My attempt to justify our cautious approach didn't deter her from delivering some harsh New York reality.
• "But this is New York, Amy. And he isn't yours yet if you didn't ," she emphasized, giving it to me straight. "You need to do the deed to keep a man here."
• Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I admitted, "I didn'tthink of that and..."
• Sky reassured me, "It's okay." Then she threw me a more direct question, "Do you want him?"
• My response was filled with hesitation, "Of course, but I don't want to look desperate. I don't want to be chasing after a celebrity, especially when he was the one who messed up. If anything, he should come and apologize to me."
• Sky offered some comforting words, "It won't look desperate, and I understand. Self-respect first." Her look was thoughtful, hinting that she had something up her sleeve.
• Before long, Sky headed to the kitchen, suggesting she'd make a sandwich for herself, and offered to make for me too but I declined. While she was busy in the kitchen, I took a moment to consider blocking Evan on social media. The drama surrounding him was more than I cared to deal with, and I reminded myself not to accept rides from his bodyguards again.
• My focus shifted to a fresh start, free from the unexpected Evan-related drama. While scrolling through my Instagram, contemplating the block, something on Evan's story caught my eye. He was performing at a show with a female artist, and their closeness struck me hard.
• As I watched, Sky interrupted, complaining about her diet as a model "They forced me to eat green salad, I am pregnant so eating carbs could ruin my shoot" but her focus soon shifted.
• She saw me about to respond to one of Evan's stories and intervened, cautioning me not to come across as desperate.
• With her forceful determination, she took my phone. It was evident she had something in mind, making it clear that no friend of hers would appear desperate. In fact, she was determined that Evan needed to come running after me.
• Excitedly, Sky declared our plans for the night: "We're going party clubbing to celebrate my recent success. I just made 500k and I'm not taking no for an answer"
• "Sky, I'm really tired," I tried to cancel the plan. But Sky wouldn't hear of it.
• "I said I'm not taking no for an answer," she interrupted firmly. "I want us to wear the new pieces of fabric I got from these collabs."
• With an air of excitement, she placed her bag on the couch, opened it, and unveiled the most gorgeous dresses I'd ever seen. They were a gold mini dress and a silver one, both from the same designer but in different colors.
• "Gold or silver?" She asked, looking eager for my input.
• I hesitated, not wanting to burden her with the expense. "Oh no, I can't accept that. They look really expensive."
• Sky wasn't having any of it. "You're expensive too. Now, seriously, gold or silver?"
• In response to her playful jab, I couldn't help but smile. "Um, I don't know. I already have a dress I can wear..."
• But she was having none of it, declaring, "Gold it is. It makes sense, you're a gold digger." And we both laughed.
• I couldn't help but thank her sincerely. "Thank you so much, Sky. I don't know where I'd be or what I'd do without..."
• "Nonsense," she interrupted. "Now, let's pick shoes and purses to go with them. I'm so excited!"
• She revealed a pair of gold high heels followed by silver ones, as well as matching purses. I noticed that the heels were rather high, much higher than what I was used to.
• "Oh my gosh, these heels are way too high. I won't be able to walk in them," I exclaimed, realizing the challenge they posed.
• Sky simply replied, "Me too, but that's the idea."
• I shook my head, amused by her daring choice. "You're crazy."
• I retreated to my room, feeling somewhat anxious. I had already showered, so I slid into the dress, which was shorter than I was comfortable with. The high heels felt intimidating, and I reluctantly picked up the purse. I noticed that my phone was still with Sky, but when I looked in the mirror, I had to admit that I looked striking. My curves were accentuated, and with my hair cascading in loose curls over my shoulders, I felt undeniably attractive.
• "Alright, Amy, let's do this," I told myself, determined to leave all the Evan drama behind as I headed to Sky's room, assuming she wasn't ready yet.
• As I waited for Sky to get ready, she caught me off guard by pulling out a thong and placing it in her purse. I couldn't help but ask her with a teasing tone, "Oh my gosh, Sky, is that what I think it is?"
• With a knowing smile, she replied, "You don't know what the night will bring," before returning her focus to her makeup.
• Feeling a bit hesitant, I decided to bring up a sensitive topic. "Are you still planning to get an abortion?" I asked, knowing it was a personal choice.
• "Of course I am," she responded nonchalantly. "I don't want to be anyone's baby mama. That's sick, don't you think?"
• I pressed further, concerned for her well-being. "And the drinking won't cause any harm?"
• "No, it won't," she assured me. "I've been taking medication, and the doctor said it was totally safe, as long as I don't drink too much."
• Changing the subject, Sky informed me that she had scheduled her abortion for Monday at 9 in the morning and insisted that I be there with her. She blocked my attempt to decline with her fingers in her ears, saying, "I really need you to be by my side. It's not easy to go through this alone."
• I eventually agreed, fully aware that this could affect my work. My boss had scheduled a meeting with the CEO at the same time, and I would need to find a way to handle both commitments.
• I decided to shift our conversation to a more lighthearted topic. "Who's hosting the party we're going to tonight?"
• "Oh, it's Bailey. She just got divorced, so she's throwing a 'Single Again' party," Sky explained while applying red lipstick.
• I was surprised by the theme. "A 'Single Again' party? That's intriguing."
• "Yes," Sky confirmed. "The theme is 'Single Again.' Bailey is an actress who cheated on her billionaire husband with their bodyguard, and he dumped her. Rumors suggest that their daughter might even be the bodyguard's."
• My shock deepened as I asked, "They have a daughter too?"
• "Yep," Sky replied, seemingly unfazed. "I honestly don't care; I just want to drink and for you to get over this Evan drama."
• As we walked out, I continued to inquire, "How do you know Bailey?"
• "We went for a Paris shoot together for a design collection and connected," Sky explained. "But you know, in New York, never trust anyone; it's a city of hustle."
• As Sky started the car engine, she shared more insights into life in New York, emphasizing the need to be wise in a city of dreams and nightmares. "I choose to live life on my own terms," she declared, following a story about how she got into modeling.
• Curiosity got the better of me, and I had to ask, "Why did you bring up the social media scandal if you knew you didn't want to keep the baby at all?"
• Sky revealed her motivation, saying, "My followers were falling, so I needed to spice things up. See how I even got to make a very good friend," she added with a wink.
• In a playful jest, she joked, "Your phone is in the first top drawer in my room, in case I die." We both shared a laugh.
• Before she took a selfie, Sky stated, "Let's see how much Evan loves you." She snapped pictures of our feet, followed by a selfie that I approved of. I was also curious to see Evan's reaction, knowing well that in our contract, it was specified that I wasn't allowed to go to clubs without his permission, even if there was a party being held there.
• After Sky captioned our selfie with "The ladies have arrived," she prepared to post the image. But not before I reminded her, "Will he even see it?"
• Sky was confident, replying, "Yes, he will, or if he doesn't, we don't care."
• "Alright, let's do this," she said, referring to our choice of incredibly high heels.