Bring me to life (The golden collection) (6 page)

             
I dialled his number. "Hi, Blake Waterman" his posh smug voice made me cringe.

             
"Mr Waterman, its Maxwell Thomas." There was silence. "How are you?"

             
Like I even gave a fuck!
Sometimes you just had to.

             
"Hi. I'm good. Is everything okay?" he actually sounded worried.

             
"Everything is cool" I started to drum my fingers on my desk. Even after two seconds this man bored you to death. I signed get on with it. My mouth didn't want to but the voice inside dared me.  "I'm calling to offer you a job."

             
And I fucked your girl.
I laughed at my inner voice.

             
"A little birdie told me you're a photographer and I need one at the moment. You see it would save a great fortune if my agency had an in house one" I said  trying to hold in the laugh.              
Ow, it hurt!!

             
"Wow" he exclaimed. Wet Fucker!!! "That's fantastic." It sounded good. It had too. I wanted him out of the picture and I wanted Georgina. "What exactly would I be doing?" he added. So young and yet so dumb!! I knew I was laughing at him and it was making me feel so content. I closed my eyes and had visions of Georgina riding me.

             
"Maxwell?" he yelled.

             
Oh yeah, rich boy.

             
My eyes opened wide.

             
"Sorry... You would be doing photo shots for TV, magazines, calendars etc. Also, you would get to travel near and far."

             
"I'll do it" he sounded enthusiastic. "When can I start?"

             
"This weekend. Veronica has a shoot booked for her calender in Ibiza. I take it you have a passport?"

             
"Oh yes!"

             
"Good I will call you back with details. Welcome to the team Blake" I hung up.
Sucker!!!!
Right better arrange Veronica's photo shoot in Ibiza!!! This was going to be a good weekend!!! ... Time to invest the old gal's money!!

CHAPTER 3

             
I was so tired and it was only Wednesday. Maxwell was back today so it was all work and no play. I really liked Hannah. She had taught me everything I needed to know. Even how Maxwell took his coffee. Glad my Dad wasn't around to witness that. She also gave me gossip about Maxwell. Apparently he hadn't had sex with anyone in 2 months. He always requests the same room in Randolph hotel and Hannah hadn't booked it  in a while. I felt incredibly naughty knowing different.

             
I couldn't wait to get home. I hope Blake had cooked some food as I was starving. I had spent my whole lunch break talking to Hannah. She was over the moon she was having a baby. Her and Her husband had been trying for years. Every time she did fall pregnant she never got very far. This time her cervix had to have a little stitch, she was going to have her baby in six weeks and she was getting really excited. I couldn't wait till me and Blake was in that position, I wanted kids but not till I was at least 30 odd. Blake would be a brilliant father, it was shame the kids would have a wicked old witch for a grandmother.

             
I entered the flat and looked around. Blake was no where to be seen and there was nothing cooked. Great!!! Looked like I was home alone and had to cook for myself. I hated cooking. Caitlyn had tried to teach me but I just wasn't very domesticated. I  kicked my shoes off. I dumped my bag on the breakfast bar and I headed over to the fridge. It was empty!!

             
"What the fuck?"

             
"Your home" Blake strolled into the living area.

             
I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms. "You didn't go shopping!!!"

             
"Um mm . . .  No" he hesitated and then a massive smile grew on his face. "You will never believe what happened today." I started to make a coffee as he spoke. "I got a job today!!"

             
"Yeah!!" I was starving. I went over to the draw and pulled out the take away menus. Blake sat down at the breakfast bar and I joined him. "Is that why you didn't go shopping?" Mm mm Chinese looked good.

             
"George, you want to hear this or what?" I didn't reply. I was too busy deciding whether to have the chicken or beef. Blake snatched the menu off me and I opened my mouth to say something. "You going to let me tell you?"

             
"You have a job" I rolled my eyes. He was always getting jobs. Isn't that what self employed photographer's did? What was so special about this one. My stomach felt empty. I placed my head in hands and gave him my full attention. "I'm listening"
and my body needs Chinese food!!

             
"You are now!!" he snapped. "So, my job is with Maxwell Thomas. He wants me to be the in house photographer!!!"

             
WHAT???

             
Why had Maxwell given him a job? Blake was beaming and waiting for my reply. My head was all over the place.

             
Why? Why? Why?

             
"You aren't going to congratulate me then??"

             
"Why?" Obviously!!!

             
"Why what?"

             
"Why did Maxwell offer you a job?" I could feel my eyes moving side to side trying to make sense of the situation.

             
His eyes darted at me and he looked confused. "Because I'm a photographer and he requires one."

             
I nodded slowly. I just couldn't get the thought that this actually had more to it. I thought me and Maxwell was drawing a line under what had happened. He told me no hidden agenda! Was I just being paranoid?

             
Of course I was. Maxwell had seen Blake's work and had hired him because of that. Maxwell wasn't like that. Remember his apology in the bathroom. Oh I had. I had even dreamed about it. It was far much better than the nightmare. A little smile sprung to my lips when I replayed the moment he spun me around and I was in his arms.

             
"You're happy for me?" my day dream was over and my stomach was growling. Of course I was happy for him. This was what he needed. He hadn't had many jobs this year and at least this one was permanent.

             
I smiled at him. "Of course" I lent over and kissed him. "Please can we order food" I pleaded as I pulled away.

             
"Not yet.... There's more."

             
"MORE" I screeched and I placed my head on the breakfast bar. "I am really hungry!"

             
"I have to go away this weekend" I shot up and stared at him. I felt my mouth tighten.

             
This weekend? Wait !
 
I should say that out loud.

             
"This weekend?" I corrected myself. He nodded, he was still beaming his boyish grin. "We have plans this weekend! We were going to see my mum. I haven't seen my mum in ages!!" I sounded really annoyed that's because I was. I was beyond the brink of annoyed.

             
He rubbed his brow and his eyes looked down. "I know and I am really sorry. This is really an amazing experience. It's only one weekend and besides you can still go. Spend some quality mother and daughter time."

             
I raised an eyebrow. "With my mother?" That was sarcastic and it went over his head. "Where will you be going?"

             
He shifted in his seat and avoided eye contact with me. Great, this was bad!! "It's in Ibiza" I slammed my fist down. I was now turning into my Dad.

             
P
lease don't
I cringed.

             
"It's a calendar shoot for Veronica" he gave his sex god smile.

             
It didn't work.

             
I shook my head. My boyfriend was going to Ibiza with Vile Veronica. I could see her now posing in the nothing bikini's; Legs all spread open and her fake tits hanging out. Everyone knew how she gained her fame. She was the Primark version of Katie Price!!

             
I placed a hand over my mouth. This was not good. I had to spend a whole weekend knowing he would be with her. I trusted him with my life. It was HER!!!

             
"And you have already accepted??" I asked, my head knew the answer but my heart hoped he hadn't.

             
"Yes" he looked down again. "I have  to George. This is proper work for me." He looked up and placed a hand on my face. "You understand don't you?"

             
I did. I just wished he hadn't been with Her. I could no longer mentally say that name. Then I got the urge. I stood up, walked over to the cupboard under the sink and took out a little metal box.

             
"What's that?" Blake looked bemused.

             
I sat down next to him with my box and opened it. Inside was a pack of  20 Mayfair and a lighter. I didn't give a toss that he knew about my hiding place. I needed it. After all he didn't care about me! He was going to be sunning it up this weekend . . .  With HER!!!

             
"Oh no, George" he ran a hand through his hair. "Your regret it!

             
"Will I?" I opened the packet and pulled out a cigarette. I turned to face him. I placed the cigarette between my lips, struck the lighter and took a large inhale and exhaled the smoke slowly.

             
Wow that felt good.

             
"I'm not happy with you!" I didn't care. I carried on smoking. I had so missed my little friends. Besides, I wasn't happy with him either:

One- He didn't go shopping.

Two- He had accepted a job with Maxwell.

Three- he was going on holiday with fake tits!!

And four- I was fucking starving!!!!

              Just then my phone went off. I reached for my bag and pulled it out. It was a message from Amy.

             
Can't make tonight. Can do 2 morrow. Normal place. BE THERE 6 PM x

              "Who's that?" Blake asked he was still frowning at me.

             
I took another drag and blew the smoke his direction. He waved his hand to disperse the smoke from going into his face. I looked up and raised an eyebrow. "It's Amy, she wants to go for a drink tomorrow night."

             
"Well you can't go" he huffed and folded his arms. He was such a child sometimes it was frustrating.

             
I flicked some fag ash into my metal box. I had enough and put the cigarette out in my little box. "Why can't I?"

             
He looked at me like I was stupid. I hated it when he did that. "Because I'm going away early Friday morning and I won't be back till Sunday night. Tomorrow will be the only night we can spend together."

             
I shook my head and I felt my mouth tighten. He couldn't tell me what to do? He hadn't bothered to discuss his job with me. Amy was my best friend and I hadn't seen her in weeks. It was his problem not mine. Maybe this would teach him a lesson. I always consulted him about everything. Surely it should work both ways!!!

             
"I'm going!!" and that was it!!!!!

              I was still fuming at work the next day. Thoughts of Veronica with her greedy hands all over my man had invaded my head.

             
Why was I feeling like this?

             
I had never had a problem trusting Blake before! I did think about cancelling my drink with Amy and cooking us a romantic meal. I sighed and placed my head in my hands. I am going to miss him. Two nights without him was going to be weird. I was looking forward to us visiting my mum. I was still going though. I reached into my draw for my phone and sent Amy a text.

Sorry Hun, can't make tonight. Blake is going away and I want to spend some time with him x

              Two seconds later . . .