Preamble
Apologies, it has taken me a lot longer to write this follow up to 'A Fresh Start' than I had intended. I'd planned on writing ten thousand words for this episode but found myself writing more than double that in the end.
Anyway, sorry for the delay and I hope that you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
Connor Patterson stood in the reception area of the upmarket gym, waiting for Chelsea to finish her shift. He hadn't seen her since he'd dropped her and Presley back at their apartment on Sunday night. It was Wednesday now.
Connor hadn't been short of things to occupy his time in the intervening period. If you spend eighteen months sailing around the pacific then, when you come back, there are inevitably going to be things to catch up on. But he'd found himself struggling to make meaningful progress on anything.
On Monday he'd risen early, gone out for a run then sat at his desk and tried to make some sort of plan of action. After an hour, he'd got nowhere.
Before the divorce Connor had been good at stuff like this. He'd made a small fortune developing a hugely successful messaging app and then an even bigger one building a Crypto exchange. But, when Sophie divorced him, he'd taken his eye off the ball. Before he knew it, he'd been kicked off the board of the company he'd created and forced to relinquish his share in it, albeit for an eye watering amount of money.
Now, almost two years later, Connor found himself staring out over the San Francisco Bay from the luxury of his penthouse apartment. Cash rich, time rich, but with no idea what to do next.
Of course, it didn't help that he couldn't get Chelsea off his mind. Her petite figure and pert little gym-bunny body had captivated him. She had this slightly hippy naivety to her and the fact that she'd liked him even before she knew how wealthy he was had been a breath of fresh air.
Then there'd been the threesome in Pebble Beach that weekend with her best friend Presley. It had been natural, uncomplicated and fun. Of course, he'd had similar experiences with Sophie when he'd been married, but it was something he'd been expecting to give up after the divorce. After all, not that many people were into swinging, were they?
When the maid arrived to clean the apartment, Connor gave up on trying to come up with a plan and decided to walk from his apartment to the Apple store, to make good on a promise to replace Chelsea's old iPhone 5.
Once inside the store, Connor couldn't help himself however. In addition to the iPhone 15 ProMax he ended up buying Chelsea a Macbook Pro, an iPad Pro, an Apple Watch and some Air Pods. As he walked back to the apartment he hoped he hadn't gone over the top.
That evening Connor had phoned his parents. Apart from his lawyer and friend, Mike Frankle, they'd been the only people he'd kept in contact with while he'd been sailing. He promised to visit them soon in Philadelphia. It had been over eighteen months since he'd last seen them.
Afterwards, he thought about calling Sophie to tell her he was back, but decided against it. They'd parted amicably enough but he needed to move on. So he texted Chelsea instead, telling her how he was looking forward to seeing her on Wednesday. Five minutes later she texted him back saying she was looking forward to seeing him too and ending her text with a little heart emoji. Connor went to bed with an erection that night thinking about her.
***
Tuesday was pretty much a repeat of Monday. Up early, run, shower, dress, coffee, breakfast, sit in front of the lap-top, stare out of the window then give up. This time Connor opted to go for a drive. He hadn't driven a car in eighteen months and the brand new Ferrari SF90 Stradale in the basement was begging to be taken out. Three hours later, just short of Anchor Bay on Highway One he stopped to admire the view.
And then he couldn't help himself. Connor picked up the phone and called Sophie. She didn't answer but he left a short voicemail for her. Almost immediately, she called back.
"Hi. I didn't know it was you," Sophie began.
"New phone," Connor explained.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
"I'm fine. Just called to say I'm back on dry land."
"For good?"
"I think so. Got back last week."
"I'm glad. Where are you?"
"San Francisco."
"L.A.'s only a few hours away. I'm finishing up a miniseries for Netflix at the moment. Why don't we meet up for dinner this weekend?"
"I don't think that's a good idea," Connor replied. "We'd probably end up fucking."
"Would that be such a bad thing?" Sophie asked cheekily.
"Yes and no," Connor admitted. "Besides I've kind of met someone."
"Do I know her?"
"No. She works in a gym."
"Oh," Sophie sounded surprised. "I always saw you with some hotshot lawyer or techie nerdling."
Connor laughed. In truth he'd probably thought the same.
"And what about you and this Jack Daniels guy?"
"That's over."
"Oh right. Sorry."
"Don't be. Let's just say he was a mean drunk. Anyway, I'm having an affair with my co-star at the moment, Lance Penning. He's just using me to get noticed, but with a body like his I don't mind."
"You haven't changed," Connor laughed.
"I guess I haven't," Sophie replied, "and that's why I was no good for you, Connor. You know that, don't you?"
"It's taken me a while, but yes."
"I'd still like to see you though. Bring your new girlfriend along. We could make up a foursome."
Connor wasn't sure what Sophie meant by a foursome but didn't press her on it.
"I'll let you know," he replied. "Listen, I should be going. I've gone for a drive along the coast but I need to get back."
"Ok. It was nice talking to you, Connor. I'm serious about dinner this weekend, let me know."
***
On Wednesday, Connor gave up on planning and began calling old friends and colleagues. Most had taken his call, or called back fairly quickly and, by the end of the day, while he was no further forward with his life, he felt as if he had at least achieved something.
At about three he drove over to Chelsea's gym and waited in the reception area for her to finish her shift.
Chapter 2
Chelsea was excited about seeing Connor again, but nervous at the same time. They'd had a great weekend but she wondered if perhaps, after a few days contemplation, he was now regretting asking her to move in with him, even if it was only for a few days each week.
She walked into the gym's reception area carrying an oversized bag stuffed with clothes and other stay-over essentials. Chelsea prayed that Connor wasn't going to stand her up, or worse still, dump her in front of the girls at the Gym's reception.
As it turned out, she couldn't have been more wrong. Connor was waiting for her and gave her the biggest hug in front of everyone. The kind that left her in no doubt he hadn't lost interest.
"Hi," he told her afterwards. "Sorry about the public display of affection."
"Don't be," she said, kissing him full on the lips. "By tomorrow though, everyone at work is going to know about this. The girls on reception will make sure of that."
"Good," Connor replied then he admitted, "I guess I was a bit worried you might have changed your mind."
"I was too."
"Well I haven't," he said reassuringly.
"Me neither. Presley's away until Monday. So you've got me 'til then if that's ok?"
"That's great. I thought we could start with a bit of shopping, get you some stuff to make you feel more at home in the apartment. While you do that I need to buy a suit and a few more smart clothes. Then I thought we could grab a bite to eat somewhere."
"Sounds good," Chelsea replied enthusiastically.
As they left, Chelsea said goodbye to the girls on reception who smiled at her knowingly. Then she and Connor walked to the car park and got into his Range Rover. Once inside, the two of them kissed again but this time much more passionately.
Connor couldn't keep his hands off Chelsea and she wished she'd worn a dress or a short skirt for him. There was only so much fondling you could do in jeans. She thought about offering to suck him off, but the size of the Range Rover's centre console made it almost impossible. There was no rush Chelsea rationalised. There would be plenty of time for sex later. For now, she was just relieved to know that Connor still wanted her.
They drove the short distance to one of the high end department stores off Union Square and, once inside, Connor headed for the management suite. Chelsea waited for him as he spoke to someone about setting up an account and when he emerged he was accompanied by a smartly dressed young redheaded woman, not much older than Chelsea.
"Chelsea, this is Grace," Connor said by way of an introduction.
"I'll be your Personal Shopper, if that's ok?" Grace added.
"I thought Grace might be better at helping you choose stuff than me and I don't want to bore you while I try on suits," Connor explained.
"I've never had a Personal Shopper before," Chelsea offered.
"Don't worry. I'll take you through the process," Grace told her. "If you're ready, why don't we start by taking some measurements?"
"But I just need a few toiletries and things."
Grace looked at Connor, as if there had been some confusion.
"I thought you might want to keep some clothes in the apartment as well," Connor explained.
"Can I talk to you alone, Connor?" Chelsea asked, embarrassed.
"I'll give you a moment," Grace said politely.
"Connor, I can't afford to shop here," Chelsea explained after Grace had walked away.
"I'm sorry, I should have asked first. But I was afraid you'd turn me down," Connor admitted. "I set up an account for you. You can shop here whenever you want, and you don't have to worry about the tab."
"That's very generous, but you shouldn't have," Chelsea told him.
Connor thought for a moment.
"I don't want you to think I'm trying to buy your affection Chelsea, but..."
"And I don't want you to think I'm some sort of gold digger who's only in it for the money," Chelsea interrupted.
"Honestly, that's the last thing I think," Connor tried to reassure her. He stopped for a moment then continued. "But, I can't shop here if my girlfriend shops at Walmart. So, one of us is going to have to change. And I really don't want to buy my clothes at Walmart."
