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“I just hope you don’t get sick since you were over here,” I said, making it sound believable. “You know how these things go, and I don’t want you laid up, missing work and preparations for the wedding.”
This was going to be my cover story for now, and I had to make sure that there were no holes in it. On top of that, if I sounded like an incubator for the plague, everyone would leave me alone for a little while. I just wanted to be alone, to have some peace and quiet to start thinking about everything. I needed a
plan, and I needed one fast. My money would hold me and the baby for a little while, but after that, I had to go to work and provide for my child.
“I don’t want you to worry about that,” Lindsey said. “You probably were past contagious when I came, and if I was going to catch anything, I would already be feeling it. Besides, a little stomach flu might get these three pounds off my thighs that the photographer keeps bitching about.”
“I don’t think that’s a good way to do it.” I laughed.
“You’re probably right, but damn it, the squats are just not working,” she said. “And if I eat another bowl of dry lettuce, I am going to be growing floppy ears and a puffy little tail. Then the photographer will really have something to complain about.”
“You would be an adorable bunny.” I fake chuckled.
“I would,” she said. “Alright, I’ll let you go. Get that prescription filled, and get some sleep. I’ll check on you later, and if you need anything at all, just call me. I can run over to the house.”
“Thanks, girl,” I said. “Love you.”
“Love you, too,” she said before hanging up.
I put down the phone and laid my head on the pillow, staring blankly toward the window. My life had changed in the matter of five minutes, and I didn’t even know how to compute that through my little brain. I was shell-shocked and angry and every other emotion I could possibly have. Tears welled up again in my eyes and ran down onto the pillow. The only thing I could do was lay there and cry, letting the hormones escape through my tear ducts. Hopefully, by the time I was able to process things again, I would feel better about it all. Nathan had left me, and it was obvious I couldn’t change that, but now, I had to move forward, with or without him.
Chapter 16
Nathan
It was Saturday night, and I was out at the bar with John. He had been trying to keep me busy, get me out of my house, and move me forward, but I wasn’t really having it. I went out for the booze and to keep him off my back for a little while. I used to love going to that pub, with the music, the women, and the vibe it gave out, but as I sat there with my shot of whiskey, I looked around me in disgust.
All of those people were there for a purpose, to find love, whether it was forever or for just one night. They should wake up and realize that love was something we created to feel better about our lives. Love was just another way that we could inflict suffering and hurt onto ourselves, having the guise of emotion to blame our heartbreaks on when it all fell apart. And it always fell apart in the end.
The bartender walked up, and I took the shot, nodding at him to fill me up again. He paused for a moment, and I nodded to the car parked out front, letting him know I wasn’t driving. He wiped his hands and poured me another, looking at me with pity as he walked away. I wasn’t even trying to hide how miserable I was—or how drunk I was, for that matter—and I was pretty wasted. I had told John that I got to the pub just before him, but the truth was, I had been there and two other places that day. I started it all with a couple of glasses of wine at my house and moved over to the hard stuff by the time I reached the first bar. It seemed like the only thing I could do to stop feeling all of the things that were running through my head. I wanted to drink Amanda out of my system, but no matter how many shots I took, she was still there, smiling down at me.
“Hey,” a soft voice said next to me. “You mind if I sit down?”
“It’s a free country,” I said, not looking up.
“I’m Misty,” she said as I turned and looked up her long, sexy legs. “I saw you over here, and I thought I would come say hi.”
My eyes trailed up her waist and settled on her big, fake, bouncy tits. She was the kind of girl I would normally jump all over as a one-night stand. I knew she was looking for a husband, but I wasn’t looking for anything but the bottom of a bottle of whiskey. I took my shot and threw her a fake smile before turning back and watching the bartender fill my glass again.
“Misty, you are very fucking hot,” I said, slurring a bit. “But go away. I’m not interested.”
“Jesus,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Fucking drunk.”
I scoffed and toasted to the air before sipping my drink. I sat there thinking about how much I wanted to talk to Amanda. My mind was distracted slightly as John walked over and slapped his hand on my shoulder. I loved John for saving me, but I hated him for saving me at the same time. Maybe I would be better off just living in a dream, married to some girl that wanted my money but pretended that she wanted me. It seemed that was the only way I wasn’t going to be alone.
“Hey, buddy,” he said. “How’s it going?”
“Perfect,” I replied, holding up my shot.
“Why did you chase that pretty little thing away?”
“I’m not in the mood,” I said. “I don’t want some fake-tittied bitch trying to take me home.”
“Why not? It doesn’t seem like too bad of a deal to me.” He laughed.
“It’s pointless,” I grumbled. “You wouldn’t understand anyway.”
“It’s the married chick, isn’t it?” John asked, sitting down in the chair next to me. “You are still hung up on that girl. Dude, this is starting to get really unhealthy. It didn’t work. She played you. You have to pick your shit up and keep going. You are letting her get you down so far, you can’t even see out of your empty shot glass.”
