Old School Flirting And Exes Who Don’t Know Their Place; Friday Night Drinks
Day 138 of The Andie Chronicles
Oh, if Alex Martens could see me now.
He would faint in disbelief. Or probably kidnap me and pour a cold bucket of water over me, hoping to bring me back to reality.
He wouldn’t believe I would be standing next to Douglas playing the role of one of his entourage, as one of the minions adoring him and making him feel significant amongst the masses.
But this was the obligatory Friday night drinks, with the same invitation landing in my email some hours earlier. And like last week, I thought I should slip away and get home and get to work.
But as I went to leave, GG spotted me and pulled me into the lift with her. She insisted we have a cocktail or two and catch up. Like the ‘old days’.
Without leaving my side, only when needing to go to the bathroom, I could feel her trying to force me into this new clique. Douglas’ clique, if you could call it that.
“Go talk to the boss,” she said, once I had a full espresso martini in my hand.
Sometimes my friends completely forgot that our boss was also my heartbreaking ex and I would rather walk over hot coals than talk to him.
He wasn’t someone I wanted to be friends with or have a relationship with. He humiliated me.
And considering I had wrongly been fantasizing about him in my bed and between my legs, I really needed to be away from him.
Yet, she kept pushing.
“Fine,” I relented, eternally bargaining with myself. I would speak to him and then leave, no matter what GG said.
I move towards Douglas. Perched at the end of the bar, I watched him talking to two of the accounts, one being the short man I sort of met in the lift on my first day, George.
As I approached, I felt a figure, cut me off, stopping me in my tracks. All I could see was unkempt red hair and a brown suit. “Hey gorgeous, can I buy you a drink?”
I had no idea who this man was. Never seen him before in my life. Despite seeming like he was my age, he spoke like someone in a nineties rom-com film.
Did the singles still chat up women like this?
“No, thank you, I already have a drink.” I gave a polite smile and then tried to step past him. “Well, can I buy you another?” I shook my head.
“Really, I’m good. Now, excuse me.”
And as I attempted to get past him again, I watched Douglas approach the man and put his hand against the stranger’s shoulder.
“Pal, kindly fuck off from my girl, ok?”
His girl?
His what now?
The guy left as quickly as introduced himself, not willing to fight Douglas’ intimidation tactics. And as he did, my ex stepped forward.
“Andie, you have to watch out for yourself. Bad guys are everywhere.”
“It’s funny you say that. I seem to be a magnet for them.”
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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