37: Behind The Stage

Fenella’s POV I sat on the club sofa in the VIP room. My hands still clutched my phone, constantly checking the messaging app on the screen. I repeatedly called Laird and sent him messages, but he didn't reply to any of them. ‘Have you gone home?’ ‘Did you leave me?’ ‘Let's talk first.’ ‘Why aren't you answering my calls?’ My head lay on the table. Jessy sat beside me with Mike. I ignored what they were doing, even though Jessy giggled after being kissed by Mike. "Aren't you so funny?" Jessy giggled after their kiss. "Ugh, can't you find somewhere more private? I'm sad because of Laird, and you're all being lovey-dovey! Where's your empathy?" I asked in an exasperated sigh over the loud music. After being scolded like that by me, Jessy cleared his throat and moved away from Mike. He shifted closer to me. His hand patted my back, and he began to speak to comfort me. "Come on, Fenella. Maybe Laird is still driving," Jessy said to me. "It's been almost an hour. Could he still be driving?