Christian
I thoughtI’d spend the day away from her, longing for her while I worked on my most recent painting, thinking about last night and how incredible it was. Yearning for tonight and a repeat of the magic we created together.
Boy, was I wrong.
When I got my new orders saying that I was supposed to be taking a family out on the boat instead of doing the repairs and maintenance I was scheduled to be performing today, I was actually relieved.
A nice day cruising out on the lake enjoying the sun and the weather instead of wearing out my hands and my knees like every other day? Sounds good to me.
And then I saw just who it was I was taking out. I went right up to the office and volunteered to swap with Chris and take on his duties cleaning the storage sheds—anything to keep from having to get stuck in that situation. But boss wasn’t having it.
Normally, I’m able to do my work and stay out of the way of the richies. Sure, I catch them looking down their noses at me, but it’s from a distance. This time, I had to watch Kate’s parents do it from a couple of yards away.
Not to mention that the man they’d picked out for her was there too. I nearly dug holes into my palms clenching my fists while I watched him going over to her time and time again trying to talk to her. Persistent bastard, I’ll give him that.
I wanted to go down there to the deck and get right up in his face and tell him that Kate was mine. Mine and he’d better back off. But all that would have done is cause more problems for the both of us, and we’ve got enough of those already.
I strip off the silly Polo I was forced to wear for today’s activities and toss it in the hamper, then grab myself a beer from the fridge and pop the top on the counter.
At least Kate’s coming over tonight. I have a feeling that with her sense of humor, we’ll both be able to share a laugh about the absurdity of the situation.
Just as I’m about to sit down on the couch to relax and wait for her to arrive, there’s a knock on the door. I grin. Okay, so the day was a nightmare, but Kate managed to slip out early to come see me. I guess that makes up for it.
“Well, hello there, beautiful—” I say as I open the door, but instantly cut myself off when I see it’s not Kate standing there like I was hoping. Oh, no. In fact, this day just got ten times worse.
Standing in front of me, looking sloppy and red in the face, is McKayla, my ex-girlfriend.
“I know you regret breaking up with me now.”
Before I can even say anything, she pushes straight past me into the kitchen and goes straight to the fridge.
“McKayla, what are you doing?”
“I saw you today,” she replies, grabbing herself a beer. “With your little rich girl you couldn’t keep your eyes off of.”
It’s been over a year since we broke up, and she still remembers I keep the bottle opener in the second drawer down. She grabs it and pops her beer open then turns to me, giggling.
“You’re dreaming if you think a girl like that is ever going to go for a guy like you.”
“Dreaming, huh?”
She nods, taking a swig. “She might think it will be fun to fuck you once or twice so she can tell her friends back in the Hamptons or Beverly Hills or wherever she’s from that she fucked a guy who didn’t go to Yale or whatever, but there’s no way she’ll ever stay with you.”
“McKayla—”
“And even if you somehow managed to charm her Prada socks off her,” she laughs, “you think her parents would let that happen? No way! They wouldn’t let you get in there and gobble up her trust fund!”
I’d really hoped McKayla would have found herself a boyfriend by now, or at least moved on past caring about me. She always was jealous, but I really don’t need this right now.
She giggles again and does this weird little dance-walk move to close the distance between us. I try to get out of the way by moving toward the sink, but she just follows me.
“You know what we should do?” she asks, eyeballing me in a very transparent way. I know where this is headed.
“McKayla, don’t.”
“We should get back together!”
“Why, so you can just cheat on me again with another guy who promises to take you to Cabo and buy you a Tesla? You know, maybe you’re the one harboring resentment here and projecting your insecurities on me. Ever think about that?”