Tales Of Absent Boyfriends And Late Birthday Cakes
Day 3 of The Andie Chronicles
Still no messages or calls from Douglas.
I had relented last night and tried to call him. I also left word with his aging assistant at his office in the city. Apparently, he hadn’t been in all week yet.
Angela, his assistant, the self-named “second-mother” to Douglas, was becoming used to my voice. And once she heard me speak, she remembered it was my birthday.
Douglas hadn’t posted anything online either. No Insta stories, no TikToks on his niece’s account. He’s ghosted the virtual world as well as his real life.
His lack of presence is being worsened by James being in my face ever since Tuesday morning. He won’t stop doing things for me, buying me little treats and talking about this supposed big Saturday night he and GG are throwing for me.
I told him today, after he presented me with two dozen helium balloons, that I wasn’t even sure I wanted to celebrate. “Don’t you think the moment has passed?”
James shook his head at me with such vigour.
“No, nope, it’s your birthday week. Sure we had a rocky start but now is not the time to forget who this time is about.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him it had nothing to do with me. It had everything to do with the people in my life trying to make it up to me.
And now that was the start of the week and we were heading straight first into the end of the week, I wasn’t interested in rehashing the disaster.
Instead of entertaining party plans, I threw myself into work. Our unisex fashion line needed a name, badly.
And at our meeting, last Thursday, Sophia, James, GG, and I argued about what it should be hours. The problem was none of us had come up with any ideas.
James and I had been too busy doing the grunt work, and the other two were too busy financing this idea, otherwise known as still working for the man. I thought if by tomorrow night’s meeting, I had some ideas, perhaps it would all go a little better this time.
Plus, all this work distracted me from the fact my boyfriend, who seemed utterly infatuated with me, moving somewhat too fast at times, was now nowhere in my life.
These feelings didn’t get any better when James asked me what Douglas bought me as a birthday gift. I felt tempted to lie but that wouldn’t get me anywhere.
“I’m yet to know if he even remembers I exist.”
Once I said that James ordered a birthday cake to arrive tomorrow. The guilt is piling up, it would seem
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… ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️
Tales Of People Forgetting Your Birthday And Lovers Who Don't Materialise
Today is my birthday. And like all birthdays, it should be an amazing day. There should be metaphorical fireworks going off in my life. My loved ones, family, friends should be everywhere, celebrating with me, teasing me about reaching my mid-thirties, and showering me with happy memories.
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