mixture of disbelief and anger.
“Sixty thou. Lot more than Scarlett’s.”
Sixty thousand. Way more than I can afford.
“Couldn’t afford much when we married, but now, I wanna make it up to her, Big. She deserves it, seriously.”
“I’m sure.”
“But…” He taps a finger on his lips.
“Why?” I demand. “Why keep it quiet?”
“Timing is everything, mate. If I get her at the right time, it’ll be a yes.”
“But…but…Brad, what about your wife ?” I can’t help but have a dig at him. “Scarlett? The woman you married? The one you left your wife for? Remember her?”
His dismissive wave is accompanied by a snort. “Only a matter of time before that ends, Big. You know that. That bitch, she’s history. You know that.”
I know that, true.
At a loss for words, I silently spin my glass around. The situation is just crazy. How the hell do I tell him about Rival and me now?
“Man, Big, Rival, she’s so…so sexy these days.”
Okay, those are not the kind of words I want to hear.
“Can’t wait to bang her.”
Definitely not the kind of words I want to hear. My ears feel hot and I glance at the exit. What if I just got up and walked out of the bar? I mean, he’s talking about the woman I love and share my bed with every night. The woman I want to marry and have kids with.
“Her lips…they’re so…so big and juicy…”
I take a gulp of my whisky and try my best to zone out.
“Her arse, it’s so firm and…” his hands form claws in the air, “sweet. She never was like that before, Big. But now, she’s got arse and tits and her body…” His hands outline a female shape in the air. “Banging, man. It’s like she’s another woman. Another version of Rival. A sexier one.” He laughs.
“Mm.”
“She tells me she owes it to the swimming sessions and all the running. You know that she ran a marathon?”
So they’ve discussed her body then? That’s a pretty intimate conversation. Where were they when they discussed the firmness of her body? Alone in the car? In the backseat of the car? Shit! Keep your cool, Ritchie!
“Pity she’s such a lousy lay, though.”
I freeze, my glass in midair. “H…have you …you fucked her?” Please say no, please say no, please say no. please…
He smiles.
My collar feels tight around my neck. “Brad, have you? I mean, I thought you said you didn’t…”
He swivels his neck, catches the attention of the bartender and drags his fingers across our glasses, then looks at me. “In the past, I mean. She was such a lousy lay, Big. Seriously. Compared to Scarlett, she is…mediocre. Pity.”
In the past. Slowly, my shoulders relax, my hands unclench, and I wipe away sweat from my brow.
If anything happens between Bradley and Rival, anything physical, it’s curtains for us. I’m not mature enough to overlook that. I’m not reasonable enough to handle that. It will be over. A feeling of loss overcomes me at the thought of having to say goodbye to Rival. I love her so much.
“You okay?”
I nod at Bradley and remember my drink. “Yeah,” I say as I take a sip.
Bradley links his fingers, stretches out his arms in front of him and cracks his knuckles. “I’m gonna have a lot of fun educating her,” he says in lewd voice, his eyebrows wriggling like hairy caterpillars.
That’s it. Enough of this shit – I signal the bartender for the bill.
“What? So soon?” Bradley cocks his head at me.
“Kids,” I say as I remove some bills from my wallet and throw them on the table.
“I got this,” Bradley says.
I shake my head. “Need a lift home?”
His wave is dismissive.
“Okay.” Today I don’t try to convince him to go home and spend time with his kids. I just don’t want to be in the same room with him. In the same car with him.
To keep my cool, I try to slot things into perspective as I make my way to Rival.
Bradley hasn’t banged Rival. Rival shares my bed every night. She loves me. I know that for a fact.
“Sixty thou. Lot more than Scarlett’s.”
Sixty thousand. Way more than I can afford.
“Couldn’t afford much when we married, but now, I wanna make it up to her, Big. She deserves it, seriously.”
“I’m sure.”
“But…” He taps a finger on his lips.
“Why?” I demand. “Why keep it quiet?”
“Timing is everything, mate. If I get her at the right time, it’ll be a yes.”
“But…but…Brad, what about your wife ?” I can’t help but have a dig at him. “Scarlett? The woman you married? The one you left your wife for? Remember her?”
His dismissive wave is accompanied by a snort. “Only a matter of time before that ends, Big. You know that. That bitch, she’s history. You know that.”
I know that, true.
At a loss for words, I silently spin my glass around. The situation is just crazy. How the hell do I tell him about Rival and me now?
“Man, Big, Rival, she’s so…so sexy these days.”
Okay, those are not the kind of words I want to hear.
“Can’t wait to bang her.”
Definitely not the kind of words I want to hear. My ears feel hot and I glance at the exit. What if I just got up and walked out of the bar? I mean, he’s talking about the woman I love and share my bed with every night. The woman I want to marry and have kids with.
“Her lips…they’re so…so big and juicy…”
I take a gulp of my whisky and try my best to zone out.
“Her arse, it’s so firm and…” his hands form claws in the air, “sweet. She never was like that before, Big. But now, she’s got arse and tits and her body…” His hands outline a female shape in the air. “Banging, man. It’s like she’s another woman. Another version of Rival. A sexier one.” He laughs.
“Mm.”
“She tells me she owes it to the swimming sessions and all the running. You know that she ran a marathon?”
So they’ve discussed her body then? That’s a pretty intimate conversation. Where were they when they discussed the firmness of her body? Alone in the car? In the backseat of the car? Shit! Keep your cool, Ritchie!
“Pity she’s such a lousy lay, though.”
I freeze, my glass in midair. “H…have you …you fucked her?” Please say no, please say no, please say no. please…
He smiles.
My collar feels tight around my neck. “Brad, have you? I mean, I thought you said you didn’t…”
He swivels his neck, catches the attention of the bartender and drags his fingers across our glasses, then looks at me. “In the past, I mean. She was such a lousy lay, Big. Seriously. Compared to Scarlett, she is…mediocre. Pity.”
In the past. Slowly, my shoulders relax, my hands unclench, and I wipe away sweat from my brow.
If anything happens between Bradley and Rival, anything physical, it’s curtains for us. I’m not mature enough to overlook that. I’m not reasonable enough to handle that. It will be over. A feeling of loss overcomes me at the thought of having to say goodbye to Rival. I love her so much.
“You okay?”
I nod at Bradley and remember my drink. “Yeah,” I say as I take a sip.
Bradley links his fingers, stretches out his arms in front of him and cracks his knuckles. “I’m gonna have a lot of fun educating her,” he says in lewd voice, his eyebrows wriggling like hairy caterpillars.
That’s it. Enough of this shit – I signal the bartender for the bill.
“What? So soon?” Bradley cocks his head at me.
“Kids,” I say as I remove some bills from my wallet and throw them on the table.
“I got this,” Bradley says.
I shake my head. “Need a lift home?”
His wave is dismissive.
“Okay.” Today I don’t try to convince him to go home and spend time with his kids. I just don’t want to be in the same room with him. In the same car with him.
To keep my cool, I try to slot things into perspective as I make my way to Rival.
Bradley hasn’t banged Rival. Rival shares my bed every night. She loves me. I know that for a fact.
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