Page 16 of Secret Lovers


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“Elaborate, you gobshite.”

“Twelve missed texts, five different girls. It won’t ever stop. I set a precedent that I’m available whenever, wherever, and it’s like I’m on a fucking hamster wheel.”

“So change it.”

I stare at him, confused, and he rolls his eyes. Without a word, he walks over to my desk, pushes me out of the way, takes my phone, and smashes it to bits.

“What the fuck, Declan!” I cry.

“Step one of Operation Belle: get a new number,” he says as he goes to leave.

This is why Declan’s the smart one. It never once crossed my mind to get a new number.

“Hey, Peters?”

“Aye?” I fake an Irish accent, imitating him.

He smirks. “You’re an eejit.”

“I know.” I laugh.

“In all seriousness. I know you have hang-ups, but you deserve to be happy too. You won’t let her down.”

“You’re so sure?” I call, repeating what I asked John.

“Aye, without a doubt. I see you for more than you see yourself, Jackson. You’re good people, and you’ll do right by the lass.”

I watch as he walks out of the office, then stare at the door in thought long after he’s gone.

If only I had the same confidence everyone else had in me, this would be a lot easier.

But for once, maybe I need to give myself a chance.

* * *

“You’re sure everything will transfer to the new phone?” I ask the sales guy for the tenth time. This kid definitely wants to kill me.

“Sir, you have the cloud. It’s all going to transfer.” I open my mouth and am quickly cut off. “Yes, all your notes and all your pictures will be saved. I know you have important things in there.”

I nod dutifully. “Okay, sorry. I had to check once more. Thanks for all your help.”

He doesn’t answer; he walks away. I guess I deserved that.

So what if I asked a lot of questions?

I walk out of the store and check my phone to make sure again he’s not lying, and he’s right. It’s all there.

My special notes, my saved photos.

Good.

I put my hand up to hail a cab to return to the office but stop mid-step.

Trumans.

I grab my phone and open my email. That little shit! My email isn’t synced yet.

I call my assistant quickly.