“Is Morgan okay?” I stood up and began to pace back and forth.
“I don’t know. We’re in the kitchen and they are in the passage. I went to get Charlie when he started crying.” Kate’s voice sounded low and strained.
I heard Charlie crying in the background, a woman’s shrill, high-pitched voice yelling and Morgan’s low tones replying.
Anger surged through me, and I gripped the phone tighter. My whole body felt tense and there was a roaring in my ears. My ears strained to see if I could work out what Brooke was yelling at him.
“On my way.” I didn’t have to think about it. I threw on my tightest pair of jeans, my most expensive pair of heels, a tight black blouse, and ran out the door.
When I arrived, I walked in without knocking, interrupting Brooke midsentence. Morgan’s eyes widened when he saw me.
“Hey, Andie.” He smiled sadly at me.
He looked tired and stressed, and there was no way I was going to let her hurt him anymore. I looked from her to him, then back again. Brooke looked me up and down with her mouth open wide.
I made a point of looking her slowly up and down, taking in every inch of her, before moving to Morgan. “Hey handsome. I know we don’t have plans today as you’ve got Charlie, but I needed to go over a few things with your mum and dad. I’m so glad I got to see you, though.” I ran my hands up his chest and pulled him down to kiss me.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. “I’ve missed you,” he said into my lips.
I kissed him again. “Mmm, I’ve missed you, too.” I ran my hands over his tight arse.
“What the fuck, Morgan? Who is this?” Brooke yelled.
I turned and acted the ditzy girl. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m Andie, Morgan’s girlfriend. You must be Brooke? It’s so good to meet you.” I plastered on a wide, fake smile and held out my hand, which she batted away.
“His girlfriend?” she seethed, looking between us both with her eyes bulging and her nostrils flaring.
“Yeah, he’s amazing, isn’t he? Such a good father to Charlie. You must be happy that you chose him. Other fathers don’t see their kids for months, but he’s always there for your little guy. Don’t you agree?” I took another step towards her.
She was looking from him to me, dazed and confused. “Uh well, I was just saying to Morgan?—”
He stepped up behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist, cutting her off mid-sentence. I could tell he was trying to de-escalate things.
“Brooke was just saying have fun with Charlie and she’ll see him tomorrow.” He kissed the top of my head.
“Aww, that’s so nice.” I moved my arse slightly, so I was pushing against his crotch and felt his arms tense around me.
“Uh actually, I was saying how fucking shit your boyfriend is. A shit boyfriend, shit father, and a shit fuck.” She smirked at Morgan and folded her arms.
His shoulders sagged and the rage within me built. “Really? Because he’s the best boyfriend I’ve ever had, kind, caring, and hot as hell.” Moving out of Morgan’s arms, I took a step towards her. “I know for a fact that he’s not a shit father because he wants to see his son and puts in so much effort when they are together. He loves Charlie very much.” With another step towards her, I lowered my voice and said, “And as for the shit fuck, didn’t you like that thing he does with his tongue, when his fingers are busyelsewhere? Because fuck me, he has me screaming his name. I have to suck at his neck to keep my moaning down. And then when he finally fucks me, well let’s just say my throat is raw.”
Brooke’s mouth was opening and closing like a goldfish. “No, no, he’s shit. Fucking useless at everything.” She spat out.
“You know, Brooke, it’s not good you disrespecting him all the time. He’s your baby’s father. Even though you’re not together anymore, you should show him some respect. Otherwise, all your baby sees when you’re together is an angry mum and a sad dad, that’s not good. Also, it’s starting to piss me off, and you don’t want me angry, trust me, sweetheart. If it carries on, I will put you down so hard you won’t be able to get up for days.”
“Fuck you, bitch. You’re obviously just a client. He would never land someone like you.”
“You should extend your vocabulary; you use the word shit quite a lot,” I said as I grabbed my phone.
I flicked through the photos we had taken together, until I found one that showed us naked together, but not too much was on show. I was sat on him with his cock inside me, my breasts pressed up against his chest, his head thrown back in pleasure. The marks I had left on his neck stood out in the flash of the camera.
“You need proof? Here it is.” I held the phone up to her. Her face lost all colour, and I thought she was going to be sick. “You know?” I carried on, but kept my gaze on Morgan, “I think I’ll have this one blown up in black and white and placed on my bedroom wall.” I raised my eyebrows twice quickly at him and gave him a cheeky smile.
“We’re not done, Morgan!” Brooke shouted.
“Oh, I think we are very much done,” he replied, pulling me back into him and kissing me.
“Fuck you, Morgan,” she yelled but not with as much spite as she had done.
