She blew her nose into a tissue and flung it over her shoulder, it fell inches away from another table having dinner.
"I can't believe he would just throw me out, I'm his wife for gods sake. I said I was sorry," Gloria said sulking into another tissue. She was seated at a table in The Dorchester Hotel talking to her long time friend and confidant Alex Donovan. Alex Donovan owned all the hottest night spots in London, you could say he was loaded. He was tall and debonair, his black hair was slicked back far from his face and he always wore tailor fitted Saville Row suits and he had been pining for Gloria for as long as he could remember. He had sated himself with a bevy of beauties but they had just been a substitute for her. Gloria was beautiful, she was tall and she was successful but the only bad point about her, that she was married to Sam Worthington the commoner. She deserved to be with someone who knew how to treat a woman and Sam did not. So what if he was an up and coming movie star, he was still common as muck. Alex paused and leaned forward,
"You had meaningless sex, with whom?" he asked, suddenly alert.
"Just this guy I met in a club, it's no big deal... I don't even know his name... he said he was some entrepreneur, he was investing in shipping... as if that line works anymore..." Gloria wiped at her eyes, they were now seriously swollen and bloodshot.
Alex eyebrows narrowed in, "Is this man balding and has a faint scar just below his right eye?"
He saw her eyes widen and knew he had been correct.
"Yeah, do you know him?" she queried.
Alex didn't hesitate to tell her that he was not what he says he is, but that he owns several pawnshops in some of the roughest neighbour hoods in London and to stay well away from him. He saw her feign terror and said he would take care of it.
"Gloria, have you anywhere to stay?"
She nodded sideways, "No, but I'll check in here."
"Don't be silly Gloria, you can stay with me..."
"But... but I..." she stammered, "That would... would be great, thanks Alex." She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.
A few metres from where they were sitting, sat a journalist, she was writing everything that she could hear of them and took a picture as Gloria's lips fell upon Alex's cheek.
Melanie was sitting in a quiet cafe on the Kings Road in Chelsea, her nose was stuck in a good book and she was sipping a Cappuccino. Thara her friend would be meeting her in a couple of minutes for lunch and she was looking forward to a major chinwag, she couldn't wait to see her and tell her that Sam Worthington happened to be at her apartment at all hours of the early morning. She wondered what her friend would think of her, she didn't make a habit of inviting guys home but then can she tell her friend, she didn't know whether she slept with him or not. She had been so out of it, that she can hardly remember the act. She felt so ashamed and now she was contemplating whether to speak about it or not.
Thara came bounding down the road in a new outfit and handbag to go, she leaned forward and gave Melanie a hug and sat down on the chair beside her.
"What you reading darl?" Thara said, moving to see the cover, "What's this romance malarkey, got any good sex bits in it?"
Maybe Melanie, should say something... "I think I slept with Sam Worthington!"
"Shut up! What? When? And what do you mean, you think?" Thara never ran out of questions to ask, "Let me order a drink and you have to tell me everything... EVERYTHING!"