Nothing happened today.
It was a perfectly boring day, with nothing worth fretting over happening at all. Even James felt underwhelmed, and he’s normally optimistic about the everyday grind redeeming itself.
But when he left right after five, we both hoped tomorrow would be somewhat more entertaining.
I was about to turn off the television and go to bed when I heard a car pull up in my driveway.
Lovelock Drive is so quiet, and the roar of this sports car could’ve woken the heaviest sleeper. I knew the sound well. It was Douglas’ Maserati, the one with the white leather seats.
It was the first car he picked me up in when we were secret lovers, screwing each other’s brains out without the judgment of others knowing.
I don’t know why I waited for him to knock on the door, but I did.
“What do you want?”
I know it’s not how you’re meant to talk to a boyfriend. He wasn’t my boyfriend, right now. He wasn’t the guy who cared about me and showed me how he felt. He was the guy making me question everything.
“I came to return this to you.”
He presented the blue Tiffany’s bag to me, the one I returned to his office two days earlier.
“I don’t want it.”
“Why? It’s Tiffany’s.”
“So I’m meant to love it because it comes from Tiffany’s? If you bought me a tie pin from Cartier, am I meant to love it even though I don’t wear ties?”
“It’s a paperweight. Who can object to a paperweight?”
“Did you really come here to talk to me about the gift? After everything that didn’t happen last week? How you’re not calling me back and the fact you’ve been totally absent? No? You don’t want to talk about that?”
“Babe, don’t be like that.”
I stared at him, my hand still clutched to the door. I wanted so badly to slam the door in his face. He was making it like it was my problem like I was bringing up something unnecessary.
He wasn’t facing the truth, in turn making me the bad guy having to bring it up.
This isn’t the shit people who care about others to do them.
“At least I’m doing something. This is the most you’ve done all week. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on with you and me? Call it. Say what you feel. Just do me a favour and stop stringing me along. I feel sick every time I call you my boyfriend because you’re so far from the boyfriend I know and care about.”
Douglas let out a big sigh.
He put the bag down at my feet and walked back to his car. I picked it up and took it straight to my outdoor bin and listened to it smash as it landed against the empty floor.
I know I should have found a better home for it but right now I didn’t care.
But I did care though. Way too much.
You’re reading The Andie Chronicles, the 2023 romance-fiction series from the 1 Lovelock Drive (1LD) universe.
By the way, this all started when Andie turned thirty-five, and her then-boyfriend didn’t call her.
Or the day after that.
Or the day after that, too.
Everything started to unravel when her BFFs got into bed with her ex, too… ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️
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