Lila: Graham from Greece said he’s flying over to the States, and he will fly to wherever I am to take me out on a date. He said he can’t stop thinking about me.
I hit send and let my head roll back onto the sofa, a stupid smile on my face.
I wish it was just because I was excited, but that wasn’t the case. I wanted Victor to see me with Graham and realise what he’d lost when he’d fucked that bitch.
I felt giddy at the thought of seeing Graham again, although the attraction was nothing like I had for my husband; so I had to focus on the payback for Victor.
But just to make it clear to Graham that I wasn’t interested in anything serious, I messaged him back.
Graham, thank you for messaging me. I’m feeling fat and hormonal, so the thought of going on a date horrifies me, but I know you’ll understand. But because you’re offering to fly to me (wow, by the way!) I just want to say I’m really not looking for any kind of relationship right now. I don’t want to bring you here on false pretences. Lila
There. That was as honest as I could be, and his reply was instant.
That’s fine. Where is ‘here’? Also, you’re incredible looking. Don’t ever feel anything other than beautiful. Graham
Swoon. Fucking swoon.
“It’s nice to see you smiling again,” Victor remarked, his hands on the back of the other sofa.
If only he knew why.
I hummed my response and grinned wider as Vanessa’s reply filled my screen.
Vanessa: GIRL! Go get some! OMG he said whaaaaaaat? Flying to you—does he have a brother??
I chuckled to myself as Vanessa video called me, and I made a face that I hoped told her Victor was in the room.
“He said he’dflyto wherever you are to see you again?!” Vanessa demanded to know, her brown eyes locking onto mine. “So, he’s rich-rich, huh? He’s got it bad for you!”
I could feel Victor’s eyes boring into me, but I refused to look at him.
“I guess so.”
God, I wanted to video Victor’s reaction right now.
“When are you seeing him?” Vanessa asked, dropping the phone. “Shit! Are you still there?”
“Yes. Next week.” I swallowed as Victor rounded the kitchen counter, staring at me from behind the sofa. I purposely avoided him. “Anyway, I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you!”
I hung up quickly and finally met his eyes.
He looked wounded, like he had been kicked in the teeth.
Good.
I tried not to look smug as I raised my eyebrow and stroked my aching stomach. “What?”
Victor’s eyes narrowed as his gaze fell to my belly, then back to my face. I knew my husband. I knew he was getting territorial over me and the baby—and I was here for every minute of it.
“What the fuck, Lila?” His voice was dangerously low, like he’d swallowed razor blades and this was his best attempt at talking. “Who are you seeing?”
“Victor…” I eased up so I was standing before him, stretching my arms and back. “This has absolutely nothing to do with you.”
His nostrils flared. “Like fuck?—”
“Need I remind you,” I said coolly, heading towards the stairs. “You fucked someone else. We’re getting a divorce, and you shouldn’t be listening to my conversations.”
“Lila, you can’t be with another man when you’re pregnant with my baby!” Victor snapped, following me to the base of the stairs.
