VICTOR
Cami: Come and see me, I miss you.
Cami: Do you miss this?
(IMAGE)
“Jesus.” I deleted the image of Cami on all fours naked, because it reminded me what a shit husband I was.
Not that I needed reminding ofthat.
I sucked on the Styrofoam coffee cup and stared at the building site where men sat eating lunches their wives had probably lovingly made. They werehusbands, and they had no idea how lucky that made them. Here I was, getting filthy photos from a younger woman, and all I wanted was my wife.
My pregnant wife.
I was hungry, but I felt sick every time I ate anything. Mom had summoned me to her house tonight for dinner, and I knew it was because she knew about the baby. Vanessa must’ve told her because I hadn’t.
I remembered Lila’s words last night; that she needed me to continue paying the mortgage.
How the fuck was I supposed to do that while paying for the flat too?
I couldn’t move back in with my mom or Enzo—fuck no. Neither had offered it, but I couldn’t cope with the thought of it. If it came to it, I’d sleep on the streets so Lila could continue living in her home.
I logged into my bank account, my stomach dropping when I saw I was already at a minus. The mortgage needed paying in what, a week?
Fuck.
I needed to find some money and fast.
“Want some?”
I looked up to see Terry, one of the guys, offering me a tuna sandwich in cellophane wrap. His belly entered the room before he did, but he didn’t care. He was always jolly and positive and was one of the oldest men here. I was only here on an agency contract; he’d worked here since he was young.
“The wife always makes too many, then she moans I need to lose weight. Look at the mayo on that!” Terry chortled, nodding at the sandwich.
The fact his wife had made it made me take it, for starters.
I was done disappointing wives.
It tasted so good, a home-made sandwich packed with salad too. I didn’t complain about the mayo as I wolfed it down.
“You needed that,” Terry said, frowning at me. “Are you alright, son?”
I balled up the wrap as I finished and nodded.
“I’ve been better, I’ll be honest.”
“You walk to work, don’t you?” Terry peered at me. “Where from?”
I sighed and nodded to the metal gates that led down the street. “A way down there.”
Terry followed my gaze, humming to himself. “How come you’re here on agency? You’re not young, no offense.”
I barked out a laugh as Alec stopped by, sucking on a soda.
“Yeah, how come you’re here on agency?”
Nosey bastard.
