‘It is your birthday.’
‘That was yesterday!’ I protested.
‘Everyone knows that it is important to celebrate your birthday for at least a week! Go back to bed.’ Gabriel pulled me towards the mattress. ‘I will order breakfast. I need to speak to Jasmine about something, so I may take a while, but I will come back as quick as I can, then we will eat on the patio.Bien?’
‘Bien,’ I conceded.
I flopped back on the bed whilst Gabriel got dressed then left.
As I took in the sight of the sea views from our large glass doors, I let out a contented sigh.
I picked up my phone and scrolled through the cheeky photos I took last night of Gabriel fucking me on the car with his mouth and his dick. My cheeks heated and my heart raced. I still couldn’t believe that’d happened.
That saying,living your best life, used to make me roll my eyes, but the truth was that right now, I really was. Even if I received an alert to say the world was ending tomorrow, I’d still go out with a smile on my face. Nothing could ruin my high.
Deciding I didn’t want to waste the day in bed, I got up, showered and did my mini ‘love’ affirmation in the mirror. This time I did it in French. When I looked at myself and said ‘je t’aime’, I instantly felt taller and more confident.
Maybe tomorrow I’d do it in Spanish. I’d just need to look at the photos to find out how to say it. Or do a quick Google search.
I went out to the patio. After making myself comfortable on the daybed, I was about to flick through one of the magazines that I found on the coffee table when my phone rang.
When I saw Ricky’s name on the screen my face lit up.
‘Hi!’ I said excitedly. ‘Thanks for your text yesterday!’
Ricky and Juliette had both messaged to wish me a happy birthday. So did Sammie and Jasmine, which was sweet.
‘No worries,’ he said. ‘I’d ask if you had a good day, but er… I can kinda tell that you did…’
Ricky sounded very cryptic. It was like there was something he wanted to say but for some reason he felt like he couldn’t.
‘Eh?’ My face crumpled with confusion. ‘Why do you say that?’
‘Because I… I saw the photos, Mum…’ He paused again. ‘With you and, er… God, this issoawkward.’
‘Ph-photos?’ I stuttered. ‘What photos?’
‘Your phone’s synced to the Cloud. So basically, all the photos you take go there which means… I saw the photos of you and Gabriel from last night.’
My throat went dry and the phone slid out of my hand onto the table.
Ricky knew that I’d slept with Gabriel.
Worse still, he’d seen the photos I took of Gabriel going down on me.
My own son had seen photos of me having sex.
My blood ran cold.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
This couldn’t be happening.
I didn’t even realise my photos were synced to the bloody Cloud! Ricky set everything up for me. And I barely took any photos because I never went anywhere interesting enough, so it wouldn’t have been an issue before.
I thought I was protecting my privacy by taking photos on my phone instead of Gabriel’s. I promised him the pictures wouldn’t be seen by anyone else and now I’d just discovered that I’d inadvertently shared them with my son.
I wished the ground could swallow me whole.
