Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (ebook reader below 3000 .txt) 📖

I saw from the corner of my eye that a waiter was staring at the exchange from the sidelines, not making a single attempt at trying to calm us down. Nobody in my twenty-nine years had every told me what to do, not that I'd every listened. I downed some water and tried to calm my myself.

"You don't understand..." Hansen started again.

"This conversation is over. One more word, and you won't hear from me tomorrow." I threw the napkin on the table, placed the overturned chair where it belonged and reached for my wallet. Hansen waved it off, yet I placed some money on the table.

I took the glass of wine and downed it, couldn't afford to leave that drink hanging in there.

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It was a little past midnight when I reached the hotel room. I was depressed with the fact that I couldn't have the tiramisu that I was looking forward to. I climbed into the bed, not even bothering to take off my shoes.

I heard the soft beeping of my phone, I swiped the screen to find several texts from my friend who was also a model, asking me if I wanted to join some club. He would be boozing until dawn and then would drool over the backseat on his way to Tuscany. I liked to keep my head clear hours before work.

I was just ready for bed when a notification beeped. I checked it to find a voicemail from Dwight. My first thought was to ignore it and go to sleep, but my instincts told me I shouldn't.

Curiosity killed the cat. I pressed play.

"Hey brother, hope your modeling career is skyrocketing." Dwight said, I rolled my eyes at the sarcasm. The voicemail continued, "There's something important that I want to talk to you about. Call me ASAP."

Beep.

I dialed Dwight's number. He answered on the third ring.

"You're fast." Dwight said from the other end.

"If this another of your attempts at annoying the shit outta me, than we can talk tomorrow, because it's midnight here in Italy and I need my beauty sleep."

"It's about Alana." He said.

That had my attention.

"Alana? What about her? This better not be some bait."

"You need to reschedule your shoot for later and catch the next flight to Carmel."

I bolted upright in the bed, feeling tensed all of a sudden. "Did something happen? Alana is fine, isn't she?"

"She is fine. Look, I can't explain everything on phone. I need you here."

I sighed. "Okay. As soon as I'm done with the shoot tomorrow, I'm coming on the next flight."

"Great." He said. "Good night."

"Night." I said and lowered the lights.

I compartmentalized my conversation with Dwight because it was best I didn't think about it at all and wait until Dwight told me in person. On another thought, a wave of excitement washed over me as I imagined meeting Alana. I explored the photo library in my phone and found a picture of her that I'd clicked when she'd been to Denmark. The same night I'd broken up with her.

I stared at her photo."Soon, baby." I whispered.

"Soon."

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