Page 61 of Boundaries

Well?

Where are you?

Don’t fucking ignore me, Amy?

Who died and made me your bitch, I felt like screaming into my screen. He surely wasn’t thinking he could play the possessive boyfriend card.

I want to talk to you.

I bit the inside of my cheek, getting more wound up by each message. This was good, that part of me that disliked Mason was growing within me again. I needed that strength as there was no doubt about it now, the man was my weakness.

That’s funny. You clearly didn’t want to the morning after.

Pursing my lips, I narrow my eyes at the screen. ‘Dickhead is Typing’ appeared with those annoying dots.

Come on, today!

I can explain.

A little too late Mason. I am no man’s one-night stand.

We did it more than once. He pointed out. Mr Funny suddenly. I felt like biting my phone.

Stop trying to be cute and leave me alone. Adam is waiting for me. I added the last bit to see if it pissed him off. His text shot back like a cannonball.

Who the FUCK is Adam. My, my, his reply warranted CAPITAL letters and I suddenly started to enjoy myself. Go on, provoke the beast my inner bitch yelled. My grin was meaty.

Tell me where you are and I’ll come and get you. He messaged.

No thanks.

My phone then started ringing, DICKHEAD flashing before my eyes and I struggled with my decision. After a few beats, I ended the call without answering. It rang again a couple more times and I followed the same routine. Mason behaving like a stalker sent a burst of excitement through me.

I knew I needed to get back to Adam. I didn’t want to leave him standing there feeling like a dick.

I’ll see you tomorrow when I get home. Smiling to myself, I loved the line I had construed. This would make him think I was going home with some random guy.

What the fuck does that mean? I thought you didn’t go for one-night stands?

Night, night.

Turning around, I flushed the toilet and pocketed my phone which kept vibrating again, I then left the stall, washed my hands, and went to find Adam. We’d only been there around an hour but I suddenly felt the need to go home. Like the contact from Mason had made me change my mind.

Adam was still standing in the spot I’d left him and he watched me approach, blatantly checking out my legs.

“I thought you’d blown me off,” he said, taking a swig of beer.

“No, not at all, but I’m not feeling that great and I think I need to go home,” I lied.

He looked genuinely concerned and I released that this was a guy that I may be able to have a genuine relationship with. Not one that included a closeted gay man or whatever the fucked-up thing I had going on with Mason was.

“Do you want to share a taxi?” he offered.

“No, thanks. The rank is just outside and the bouncers usually see girls into a cab,” I replied. Adam nodded in understanding before drawing out his wallet. He gave me his business card and I took it with a shy smile, glancing up at him through my lashes.

“If you fancy a night out, give me a call. No pressure.”

I slipped the card into my clutch, smiled and without replying, went to find Betty and Chrissy. They didn’t want to leave, which was fine and Betty said that she’d catch a cab with Chrissy later and that they would go back to hers together. I agreed and told them not to do anything I wouldn’t do and left the club.

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