Heartbroken and lonely, Lola is forced to spend her nights cuddling her cold, squished pillow. With the help of her best friend, Annalise, she finds a service offering the thing she needs most, cuddles. Upon obtaining the service, Lola is in for mor...
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Chapter Nineteen
The base from the speakers shakes the pen resting on the table. Monty continues to turn up the music, a wide grin gripping to his cheerful face. At the hook of the pop song plays, Monty throws his hands in the air and jumps around. After many days of hard work celebration is in order. If I had enough energy, I'd do the same. Writer's block is horrible to deal with, so I'm glad we've cracked it together.
While I had spent a majority of the time tweaking the lyrics, I loved the music suggestions Monty offered. I also adore the way Monty is able to finish the track to give it a professional feel – whatever that means.
Monty's support through the changes has been fabulous, a much-needed push of energy to get things done.
With Kol moving in, it's been an adjustment. I'd thought a man with no past would simply mean he'd have a box or two of belongings. I've never been so wrong in my life. It felt nice to be wrong, actually. Within those boxes were pieces of Kol wrapped in newspaper and bubble wrap.
As he slowly arrived with boxes filled with trinkets, it felt more like a roommate than a homeless kitten rescued from the sidewalk.
I'm not complaining. A full-time cook, cleaner, and cuddler is better than a vacation to a beautiful sunny beach. It means I can work on my music without being distracted . . . I'd always be distracted by Kol's half naked body in the morning, but you get it. However, all changes come with some sort of complication to deal with.
Somehow with the music playing, I feel my phone buzz in the back pocket of my jeans. I slide out my phone and find a message from Kol on the dim screen.
'How does meatball subs for dinner sound?' – Kol.
"Lola?" Monty calls out.
I slide my phone back into my pocket as I turn my attention back to Monty. He turns the music down so that it's a faded noise in the background.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"I think the song is perfect. Are you ready to show it to Svana?" he asks.
"They're great," I agree. "I think it's time to show her." Monty grabs his phone out of his pocket to message Svana. While he's distracted, I use this time to respond to Kol's message.
By the time I grab out my phone, I receive an incoming call from Kol just as the studio door springs open. Svana saunters in with her red hair flying behind her shoulders. I feel horrible, but I chuck my ringing phone in my bag. I don't want Svana or Monty to feel like I'm not taking this seriously. I'm completely dedicated to this and I want it to be reflected through my attitude and hard work.
"Hi Svana," I great.
Svana gives me a half hug as she walks into the room. Her sweet perfume is toxic and makes me cough. I brush it off as a tickle in my throat.
