Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Cameron staggers out of the bedroom. “Shit, I still feel drunk,” he croaks to Bridget who is laughing behind him. He turns and kisses her on the cheek. “Have a great trip.”
Oh shit, my heart drops. Bridget and Abbie and Mum are going away tonight for two weeks, I had forgotten. I hate this day already.
It’s seven o’clock and I have just returned from taking the girls to the airport, I am in the lift and my headache is thumping. Max is by my side. I’m trying desperately to not be stressed and to hold off this migraine, but it’s getting worse. I check my phone for the hundredth time. I haven’t heard from Joshua all day. Is this how it is going to be with us from now on, both harboring grudges and resentment for past mistakes? Drama after drama.
He’s right, I should have stayed with him last night in a united front, but I was just so shocked. He didn’t ask for this stupid bitch to do this to him but on the other hand surely, he must understand that I need honesty in a relationship more than anything. He should have told me, but then who am I to talk? I’m the ultimate deceiver. The secret I am keeping from him is a lot worse than a blackmail case. This is such a mess. I’m as bad as his mother. He’s holding me to ransom with punishment for leaving him in the past. If only he knew that I have only ever left him for him. I would never go of my own accord, nothing is more important to me than my relationship with him.
“Are you staying in all night?” Max asks.
I give him a sad smile and nod. “Yes,” I whisper. I haven’t told Max that I had a fight with Joshua, but I am thinking he already knows. He was here when Joshua left this morning, furious and shirtless.
“You have a headache?” he asks gently.
My eyes flick to him. “Yes, how did you know?”
He smiles sympathetically. “Your hands are shaking, that only happens when you are getting a migraine.”
I look at the ground as my eyes fill with tears and I nod.
Why does my bodyguard know me better than anyone else? “Do you want me to call the doctor?” he asks. I shake my head.
“Have you heard from him?”
I look back at the ground and shake my head again. “No.” He nods and stays silent as the lift doors open.
I slowly make my way into my apartment and Max smiles. “I will be out here if you need me, ok?”
I nod and close the door quickly behind me. I don’t have it in me for someone to be nice to me at the moment. I may crack under the pressure. Why didn’t I just go to Hawaii with the girls? I walk to the kitchen and instantly go to the medicine cabinet. I need something that will knock me out and stop me thinking. I can’t deal with this damn headache today. I finally find some Mersyndol and take three and then drink a large glass of milk to fill my stomach.
I shower and dress and crawl onto the lounge under a blanket.
I wake to the feel of my hair being swiped back from my forehead and my blanket being rearranged over me.
“What’s wrong?” Joshua asks.
“Nothing, just a headache. I’m okay,” I whisper as I pull the blanket up to my chin in a defensive manner.
He stands over me and puts his hands on his hips. “You don’t look ok, you look like shit,” he murmurs.
I look up at him and smirk. “You look worse, but thanks for the compliment.”
He flops onto the lounge next to me and throws his feet onto my coffee table. For ten minutes he sits next to me and I can feel the anger radiating out of him. In the end it gets the better of me and I can no longer keep my mouth shut.
“Did you come over here to ignore me, Joshua?” I ask. He bites his thumbnail and shakes his head.
I roll my eyes and pull my blanket back up around my face. “Whatever,” I murmur.
For another half an hour I sit with him fuming next to me and my head feels like it is about to explode. “What is it Joshua? Why did you come here if you are furious?”
He jumps up in a rush. “I’m not mad with you,” he yells, and my eyes close from the echoing sound.
I frown. “Who are you mad with?” I reply.
“Myself mostly.”
I frown again. “Why?” The pain in my head becomes so intense that my eyes tear up and it starts to throb. I can’t handle this conversation now.
“Because I can’t stay away from you!” he yells. I sit up and frown at him.