That’s what she’s going with?Sometimes I choke?
Looks like this is a wave we’re riding together. “It’s true,” I say, nodding way too quickly, but I can’t seem to stop myself. Once I get going, there’s no end in sight. “She chokes all the time. One time we were having lunch, and she choked on soup.”
“Yup. Me and soup donotjive.”
This is going from bad to worse. Someone needs to save us from ourselves.
As if he heard my mental cry for help, a man with a silver handlebar mustache steps into the break room. “Ms. James? Can you come into my office, please?”
Saved by the boss’s boss.
If he wasn’t the CEO, I’d hug him.
“Here.” Rebecca hands Meg the water, grabs her phone and coffee, and leaves us to our disaster.
When the coast is clear, I drag Meg by the arm into the bathroom.
“Oh my god! Her boyfriend is your boyfriend,” Meg blurts the moment the door falls shut.
“I know.” I think I’m going to puke.
How could Josh do this to me? To her? What kind of asshole cheats on Rebecca James? And to let me move all the way down here without coming clean? To let me stay without telling me the truth…
What a scumbag.
Meg presses her hands to her red cheeks, her eyes wild. “Her boyfriend isyourboyfriend!”
“Please, stop saying that.” The more I hear it, the worse it sounds.
“What’re you going to do?”
That two-timing piece of shit doesn’t deserve to get away with this heinous crime.
I drag my phone from my pocket, finding his name at the top of my favorites.Not for long. My stomach roils when I seethe last message he sent, telling me he can’t wait for dinner tomorrow night.
Lying piece of shit…
My hands shake as I type out a message. “What sounds better: Hey Ratbag or Dear Dickwad?”
“Ratbag. Definitely.” Meg steps closer, looking over my shoulder. “What else are you saying?”
“I’m telling him that I know everything, and he has until Friday to come clean to Rebecca or I will.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s smart. Put it back on him.”
Send.
The screen has barely gone dark before the phone goes berserk and Josh’s lying, cheating face flashes like a warning sign. If I didn’t need this phone, I’d flush it and him straight down the toilet.
This explains why Josh never called me after he got to the hotel like he said he would. Why he was MIA the entire weekend.
Because he was out with hisactualgirlfriend.
So much for eating bad sushi and going to bed early, which was his excuse when he texted this morning.
I take great satisfaction in pressing that red button.
A barrage of texts flood in all at once, growing more and more aggressive.
