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'Take my advice; stop flirting with all those other women and see what's happening right under your nose. I really don't know why you men have to have love pointed out to you with a giant fucking stick.'
Eh?
Cole's jaw drops.
'Jackie met you on holiday years ago, where she informs me you were a lovely bloke who got messed around by an evil ex-fiancée. For some reason she thinks you're a top bloke. I just see a wanker with a large ego who thinks he's God’s gift to women.'
Cole's jaw tenses.
'If you're a wanker then it's a real shame as you're a good looking bloke with talent. If you're not, then you might want to take a closer look at Jackie because she’s leaving tonight.'
Cole takes a deep breath. 'Not that it’s any of your business but no, I'm not a wanker. I'm a bloke who got played and I don't want to be put in that position again. I'm the player now.'
'Well, Player, you're a Loser.' My wife tells him. 'Your ex is still winning the game.'
He bites on his lip. His cheeks aflame.
Dora carries on. 'Well, as they say, the ball is well and truly in your court. Thanks again for the lessons.'
Cole crosses his arms. 'Why am I of the opinion I'm the one being taught something?'
As Dora walks away, I lean towards Cole. 'If I were you I'd do what she tells you, mate. You don't want to be on the wrong side of my other half.'
He nods and we leave.
We pack up early on Saturday morning. Dora insists on doing all the packing and won't let me help. Instead, she makes me a cup of tea and tells me to put my feet up. She obviously feels guilty for leaving me, and although she hasn't said it, I've let it go as she's making up for it with all this fussing around me. I put my feet up on the sofa and look at the birds and squirrels outside the patio doors for a final time, and then we're on our way back home. Dora's car is right outside the villa, whereas I have to walk to the main car park.
'How come you got to keep your car outside? Did you chat up the parking men?'
'Something like that,' she replies, looking closely at the floor. She’s become obsessed with cleaning.
Back home, she launches into unpacking the bags and starts the laundry. It's never been known. I'll tell her she doesn't have to do all this at some point. But not right now. She brings me a cup of tea and a biscuit.
'I'll do lunch around one.'
'Okay, kitten.'
A man could get used to this.
Chapter Ten
Dora
I want my normal life back. Everything was all right before I went away. So sometimes I got taken for granted. I realise I'm as guilty of doing that to my family as they are to me. When I'm full on with one of my obsessions, I can ignore all of them. Now I'm stuck in this role play of the submissive wife. I can't believe I asked for permission to tell Cole off. Tim's loving it, though. He told me he was playing golf today. A game he set up a while ago with a business client. While he's away, instead of grabbing a book, I grab a duster and clean the house. The kids would usually come over on a Sunday, but it's Cam's twenty-second birthday tomorrow and she wants to go out with us all for pizza, so I cancelled today’s lunch.
Instead, I'm on Pinterest looking at cleaning schedules, trying to find one that gives me the weekend off and doesn't have seventy-four chores listed on it. According to the most straightforward one, today’s chore is to clean all the floors. All the floors? In a three-bedroom semi in one day? They've got to be fucking kidding me. I pin the post and right click the photo to save the schedule to my computer. Then I make it my screen saver so the tasks are staring me in the face.
I make a cuppa and read some more of my Kindle book to remind myself how to behave.
You need to look lovely for your husband at all times.
I stare at the old pyjamas and fluffy dressing gown I’m wearing. Huh, I haven't even got showered yet. I sigh.
'Take my advice; stop flirting with all those other women and see what's happening right under your nose. I really don't know why you men have to have love pointed out to you with a giant fucking stick.'
Eh?
Cole's jaw drops.
'Jackie met you on holiday years ago, where she informs me you were a lovely bloke who got messed around by an evil ex-fiancée. For some reason she thinks you're a top bloke. I just see a wanker with a large ego who thinks he's God’s gift to women.'
Cole's jaw tenses.
'If you're a wanker then it's a real shame as you're a good looking bloke with talent. If you're not, then you might want to take a closer look at Jackie because she’s leaving tonight.'
Cole takes a deep breath. 'Not that it’s any of your business but no, I'm not a wanker. I'm a bloke who got played and I don't want to be put in that position again. I'm the player now.'
'Well, Player, you're a Loser.' My wife tells him. 'Your ex is still winning the game.'
He bites on his lip. His cheeks aflame.
Dora carries on. 'Well, as they say, the ball is well and truly in your court. Thanks again for the lessons.'
Cole crosses his arms. 'Why am I of the opinion I'm the one being taught something?'
As Dora walks away, I lean towards Cole. 'If I were you I'd do what she tells you, mate. You don't want to be on the wrong side of my other half.'
He nods and we leave.
We pack up early on Saturday morning. Dora insists on doing all the packing and won't let me help. Instead, she makes me a cup of tea and tells me to put my feet up. She obviously feels guilty for leaving me, and although she hasn't said it, I've let it go as she's making up for it with all this fussing around me. I put my feet up on the sofa and look at the birds and squirrels outside the patio doors for a final time, and then we're on our way back home. Dora's car is right outside the villa, whereas I have to walk to the main car park.
'How come you got to keep your car outside? Did you chat up the parking men?'
'Something like that,' she replies, looking closely at the floor. She’s become obsessed with cleaning.
Back home, she launches into unpacking the bags and starts the laundry. It's never been known. I'll tell her she doesn't have to do all this at some point. But not right now. She brings me a cup of tea and a biscuit.
'I'll do lunch around one.'
'Okay, kitten.'
A man could get used to this.
Chapter Ten
Dora
I want my normal life back. Everything was all right before I went away. So sometimes I got taken for granted. I realise I'm as guilty of doing that to my family as they are to me. When I'm full on with one of my obsessions, I can ignore all of them. Now I'm stuck in this role play of the submissive wife. I can't believe I asked for permission to tell Cole off. Tim's loving it, though. He told me he was playing golf today. A game he set up a while ago with a business client. While he's away, instead of grabbing a book, I grab a duster and clean the house. The kids would usually come over on a Sunday, but it's Cam's twenty-second birthday tomorrow and she wants to go out with us all for pizza, so I cancelled today’s lunch.
Instead, I'm on Pinterest looking at cleaning schedules, trying to find one that gives me the weekend off and doesn't have seventy-four chores listed on it. According to the most straightforward one, today’s chore is to clean all the floors. All the floors? In a three-bedroom semi in one day? They've got to be fucking kidding me. I pin the post and right click the photo to save the schedule to my computer. Then I make it my screen saver so the tasks are staring me in the face.
I make a cuppa and read some more of my Kindle book to remind myself how to behave.
You need to look lovely for your husband at all times.
I stare at the old pyjamas and fluffy dressing gown I’m wearing. Huh, I haven't even got showered yet. I sigh.
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