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o'clock clicked over and I packed the bottle carrier with two bottles, took them and the warmer into my room. The contents of the change table were transferred to the bedside table and tallboy.
Midnight was marked with a selfie picture message from Jaxon declaring that sickness had made me miss out on a fun night out. The picture was of him and an unknown woman. In the background was what was clearly a strip club and there in the sea of flesh was Fraser with a woman draped over him. Her legs were over his as they sat on a seat together, her arm wrapped around his shoulders as she was doing something in his ear. Her hand was on his chest in the v opening of the shirt.
I didn't want to cry. I was stronger than that. But that really hurt. So without tears I forwarded the message to him. There was no message. I could have thought of a thousand things to say to him. The worst of it was along the lines of eat shit and die and the best of them could have been I hate you .
I turned down the ring tone and barricaded the door, praying I didn't need the urgent call of nature when he eventually returned. Right on cue the phone rang, Fraser's name lighting up the darkened room. I sat on the bed with my arms wrapped around my legs, watching the phone vibrate over the mattress. Once it stopped I wiped the moisture from my eyes. I was not crying. Not for him at least. The fact that I had been so stupid to allow myself to be used like this was acceptable to cry over.
Why I had allowed myself to be treated this way I couldn't figure out. I was a sucker for a smile and Fraser had a good one. All that I wanted for my love life was a man that had the decency to be honest with me, faithful in all that he did, respected me and other women and loved me the way that I loved him. Which with such little requirements I couldn't help but wonder why I always struck out with men. It wasn't as if I wanted them to be rich or successful, reasonable looks would be sufficient and I had lived with boring sex for a while now. Fraser had ticked so many of the unnecessary boxes but the ones that mattered to me, he didn't fulfill which was heartbreaking.
So where did this leave me? In a really bad place. I'd just screwed my boss. Not a great idea. It wasn't even a good idea. If things turned ugly, which I think that it just had, then I am royally screwed.
This was all my fault. I'd spent my days too engrossed in every little thing that was great about him and forgetting about the parts that were terrible. He's a womanizer, he likes to party and he's often drunk which means that he is unaccountable for his actions.
The internal alarm bell was sounding rather loudly. I've just ruined what could have been a good job. Sure I bitched about them being unable to operate without me and all of the crazy things that they did but deep down I liked this job.
“You're an idiot Eden Hurley.” I whispered.
The phone vibrated as a message came through. My hand shook as I reached out to it. I felt sick in the stomach as I opened the message.
Fraser: It's not what it looks like. It's just for show.
Eden: Dinner is in the fridge. If it's not poisoned then you should consider yourself lucky.
Fraser: Come on Eden I said it's not what it looks like.
Eden: No you're right. To you it looks like a man pretending to be a player. To me it looks like a man that has neglected his duties as a parent. Left his newborn daughter in the care of his convenient fuck so that he can go and pretend to his friends that he isn't the biggest liar on the planet. I hope you had fun tonight Fraser because I didn't. Telling me what was going on would have been nice so that I didn't have to sit here all fucking day and night wondering when you were going to come back. In the morning you can find yourself someone else to look after your child. I'm moving back to my apartment.
I turned off the phone and laid onto the bed, not crying myself to sleep.
Thumping on the door roused me, I had fallen into
Midnight was marked with a selfie picture message from Jaxon declaring that sickness had made me miss out on a fun night out. The picture was of him and an unknown woman. In the background was what was clearly a strip club and there in the sea of flesh was Fraser with a woman draped over him. Her legs were over his as they sat on a seat together, her arm wrapped around his shoulders as she was doing something in his ear. Her hand was on his chest in the v opening of the shirt.
I didn't want to cry. I was stronger than that. But that really hurt. So without tears I forwarded the message to him. There was no message. I could have thought of a thousand things to say to him. The worst of it was along the lines of eat shit and die and the best of them could have been I hate you .
I turned down the ring tone and barricaded the door, praying I didn't need the urgent call of nature when he eventually returned. Right on cue the phone rang, Fraser's name lighting up the darkened room. I sat on the bed with my arms wrapped around my legs, watching the phone vibrate over the mattress. Once it stopped I wiped the moisture from my eyes. I was not crying. Not for him at least. The fact that I had been so stupid to allow myself to be used like this was acceptable to cry over.
Why I had allowed myself to be treated this way I couldn't figure out. I was a sucker for a smile and Fraser had a good one. All that I wanted for my love life was a man that had the decency to be honest with me, faithful in all that he did, respected me and other women and loved me the way that I loved him. Which with such little requirements I couldn't help but wonder why I always struck out with men. It wasn't as if I wanted them to be rich or successful, reasonable looks would be sufficient and I had lived with boring sex for a while now. Fraser had ticked so many of the unnecessary boxes but the ones that mattered to me, he didn't fulfill which was heartbreaking.
So where did this leave me? In a really bad place. I'd just screwed my boss. Not a great idea. It wasn't even a good idea. If things turned ugly, which I think that it just had, then I am royally screwed.
This was all my fault. I'd spent my days too engrossed in every little thing that was great about him and forgetting about the parts that were terrible. He's a womanizer, he likes to party and he's often drunk which means that he is unaccountable for his actions.
The internal alarm bell was sounding rather loudly. I've just ruined what could have been a good job. Sure I bitched about them being unable to operate without me and all of the crazy things that they did but deep down I liked this job.
“You're an idiot Eden Hurley.” I whispered.
The phone vibrated as a message came through. My hand shook as I reached out to it. I felt sick in the stomach as I opened the message.
Fraser: It's not what it looks like. It's just for show.
Eden: Dinner is in the fridge. If it's not poisoned then you should consider yourself lucky.
Fraser: Come on Eden I said it's not what it looks like.
Eden: No you're right. To you it looks like a man pretending to be a player. To me it looks like a man that has neglected his duties as a parent. Left his newborn daughter in the care of his convenient fuck so that he can go and pretend to his friends that he isn't the biggest liar on the planet. I hope you had fun tonight Fraser because I didn't. Telling me what was going on would have been nice so that I didn't have to sit here all fucking day and night wondering when you were going to come back. In the morning you can find yourself someone else to look after your child. I'm moving back to my apartment.
I turned off the phone and laid onto the bed, not crying myself to sleep.
Thumping on the door roused me, I had fallen into
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