I felt so awkward talking to his mother about the relationship that was not meant to be. “I get that five years isn’t much, but I’ve already been married twice before and am not going there again. I feel like I’ve already lived two lifetimes, and he hasn’t lived one.” I sighed, shaking my head. My chest felt tight, and like something was pressing down on it.
“I own nightclubs; partying is my life. I don’t get much time to sit and watch movies in the evenings and he wants more kids.” My speech was getting faster the more I talked, until I was rambling, and my voice broke, “I … can’t give him that. And I’m too old now to be starting something that won’t last.”
“Oh hun, I’m so sorry. He’s never mentioned more kids. Did you tell him you can’t?” Her voice was full of sympathy and my emotions were threatening to overflow.
“No, I got all choked up. He looked so happy talking about more kids and the house and the wife I just couldn’t.” My vision blurred, my body felt heavy even in the water, my throat constricted. I tried to clear it, but the tightness remained.
“It’s not for me to interfere, especially because he’s my son. As a friend, I think you should be honest and open with him, and allow him to make the decision for himself. It’s not for you to decide what’s right for him.”
“Yeah, maybe. I have to get ready for work now. Talk to you tomorrow?” I wanted to end the conversation, though she had given me a lot to think about.
“Bye, love.”
I hung up and settled back into the jacuzzi, letting the warm bubbles calm my senses.
I was so lost in thought I didn’t see or hear the girls coming in; Lauren, my nightclub manager, and Betty my other bestie.
“Jon let us in. You okay?” They both perched on the ends of the recliners set on the other side of the pool. All dressed up, ready for a night out.
I smiled over at them and shook my head. “It’s been a weird day.”
“How come?” Lauren asked.
Betty helped herself to a drink from the small table we used as a poolside bar.
“I was asked out.”I stepped out of the jacuzzi and picked up the towel, drying myself as I walked towards them.
“Well, that’s nothing new. You get asked out all the time in the club,” Betty replied, passing a drink to Lauren.
“Yeah, but this was a friend’s son.” I widened my eyes. “Thanks.” I held up the glass to Betty when she handed me one. I ignored the look they gave each other and walked through the main room and into my bedroom.
Grabbing the clothes I wanted to wear, I walked into the ensuite and closed the door just as the girls were entering my room. After wrapping my hair up into a shower cap, I climbed under the water and tried to erase all thoughts of Morgan from my mind.
“Okay, who the fuck has asked you out? A friend’s son? And one that’s shook you,” Lauren called through the door.
“It did not shake me!” I argued back, even though it totally had.
“Really? Cause when we came in and saw you, you were lost in thought. Normally you make a decision and stick with it,” Betty replied.
“I said no, by the way. It’s just… hang on, let’s talk when I get out.” All the shouting was giving me a sore throat.
I got dressed in an emerald green underwear set and a sparkly silver dress with matching silver flats. No heels for me tonight. The two girls were sat on my bed eagerly waiting. I hoped that by ignoring them they would leave me alone, so I sat at my dresser and began to do my makeup.
“Don’t keep us waiting,” Lauren urged.
I met their eyes in the mirror, I knew they wouldn’t give this up. Shrugging I spun around to face them.
“Okay, it was Morgan.”
Confusion crossed both their faces. “As in the one who’s building you a new extension? Your other BF’s son? That Morgan?” Lauren gasped.
“Yep.”
“And you said no?” Betty asked.
“Yep.” I turned back to do my makeup, so ready to end this conversation.
“Why the hell would you say no? That boy is hot. I wouldn’t have said no.” Betty winked at me in the mirror.
