Page 32 of Dex

Iam fucking huge.

I am a beached whale.

I fucking hate being pregnant right now.

My feet hurt. My back hurts. Bloody hell, everything hurts. Dex is being an overbearing twat. He is a controlling twat. I went shopping with Lauren and Penny three weeks ago, we bought a few things that I need for the nursery, plus a few things I will need after the baby is born. I came home to an empty apartment; we were only shopping for three fucking hours. Captain Twat decided that enough was enough and he moved me back home to Bell Harbour. To say I was pissed would be the understatement of the entire fucking year. I was livid. My body was buzzing with anger, even Lauren was impressed.

So I, Addison Cole, refused all contact with one Dexter Castle for two days. He knew I was safe, but he didn’t know where I was. Lauren booked me into a spa getaway and it was bloody bliss. I was waxed to an inch of my life, being pregnant is no joke to a woman’s bikini line. I now have baby smooth skin and I smell like vanilla. Dex’s favourite.

But back to the now. I am sat in the back of a taxi on my way to Castle Ink. Not seeing Dex in two days has put a dampener on my mood, I need my man. I have missed him, but he needs to know that he has to stop trying to control everything in my life. He went and told everyone that we were naming the baby ‘Primrose’. I soon put a stop to that. Don’t get me wrong it is a pretty name but not for our baby girl. I have two names that have stuck with me and I am hoping that Dex will like one of them.

The taxi pulls up outside and the driver jumps out. He runs around the car and opens my door for me. Offering me a hand, he helps me out of the car.

"Thank you.” I hand him the money for the fare and he bids me a goodbye before driving off. I smile up at the big lettering above the studio windows; the bold black font against the stark white background. Dex had the design in his head for years until his dream became his reality and he made the huge jump to open his own studio with Jay. I push the door open and walk in, noticing the bell above the door no longer tinkles. Thank fucking Christ, I hated that thing. But I hate what I am seeing before me more.

Dex is leaning against the wall, ankles crossed. He has one hand tucked into the front pocket of his jeans. He looks sexy as hell, but it is the fucking slut that is touching him that is killing the sexual need. He does nothing to brush off her touch, he is smiling at her as she touches his forearm, tracing the tattoos there. The smile is inviting and it hurts my heart to see it. That smile is normally reserved for me.

I look down at myself and check out my dungarees. They stretch over my baby bump, I have rolled up the legs, so they come just above my ankles, and I have on my black Converse. I look back towards the girl and Dex and see that her jeans are painted on, and her boobs are spilling out of her t-shirt. She looks sexier than me. I am a fucking beached whale. I am never this insecure about my looks, but this baby is doing a number on me.

I walk up to them and watch every move they both make. My stomach is churning and is ready to expel the chicken pasta dish I had for lunch. My fists curl and uncurl in anger, disappointment and hurt. My heart is literally breaking apart. After everything that was said over the last few months, he is willing to chuck it all away because I needed time away from his bossy arse. If this is how he is going to react after we fight, then he is not worth the heartache.

“Didn’t take you long did it, Dex?” I ask, as I stop behind the girl. She spins around and looks down at me. She chuckles and backs up against Dex’s chest. He takes a step back, but that single act is a little too late. “A bit late for that move, don’t you think?” I say. His eyes stay on mine, hurt, frustration and regret shines back at me.

“Two days,” is all he says.

“Do you mind, we were having a conversation. Now scurry on away and let me talk this fine piece of man into tattooing me, somewhere where only he will see.” She turns her head and winks at him.

“Well, I can see that you are very busy, so why don’t I scurry along and go find a man that truly appreciates me for me. One that won’t turn around and walk into the first pair of open legs of a willing woman, thatisn’this girlfriend.” With that, I walk towards the front door, my heart beating wildly in my chest. Tears threaten to fall but I will myself to hold them back until I am alone.

“Addy,” I hear Dex calling me. I don’t stop. I hurry along the road, having no bloody clue where I am going. “Addy, for sucks sake. STOP!” he yells at me. My feet stick to the pavement, like someone just threw some tar down on the floor to stop me. I don’t turn around to face him. My nose burns with the sensation of tears building.

I will not cry in front of him.

I will not cry in front of him.

I feel him come up behind me, but I stand my ground and keep my eyes on the floor. This man makes me feel every emotion. He has always had the ability to make me feel things that I hate feeling. I am so fucking mad at him, but at the same time I want to turn around and hug him to me. I have missed him.

I feel his hand touch my hips and I flinch from the touch, his hands drop like I have burned him. I regret the action, but it is too late to come back from it now. I have always hated him touching me after I have seen him touch another woman. I step away from him and finally build up the courage to turn and face him. The pain is clear as day on his handsome face. Regret slams into me. I close my eyes, trying to block out his face but it is impossible. My heart aches for the pain that I have put on his face.

“Two days.” He repeats his earlier words. I know that my actions hurt him and pissed him off at the same time but, Jesus Christ, he pissed me off too.

“Yeah. Two days. I had to, Dex. You were taking over everything in my life and I couldn't breathe. I told you to back off. I asked you so many times to leave me to move back home when I was ready. I needed to wrap my head around moving home with you. BH holds some painful memories for me, Dex, but you being the bossy prick that you are, pushed.”

“Is it so fucking wrong that I want you at home with me”?

“No it’s not, Dex.” I sigh. “Dex, you know I don’t like being told what to do. So when you push me, I push back harder. You are overwhelming me sometimes. I needed those two days away. Yes, it was to punish you a little, because you didn’t listen to me. You never do.”

“Yes I do. It’s just that you are a stubborn bitch and refuse to let me in all the way. If you loved me like you say you do, then you would move home with me, now.” His words are like a slap to the face. First the ‘bitch’ comment and then the ‘if you loved me’. What a fucking prick. I stare at him, my mouth opening and closing. The words running through my head not making it out of my mouth to give this twat of a man a piece of my mind. The words he just said sinks in when he sees the look on my face. He steps forward and I take one back. I shake my head at him and hurt flashes across his face.

“I will go and stay with Lauren tonight. I need some time to think.”

“No, you are coming home with me. We need to talk. I have just had to spend the last two-fucking-days without you next to me. I am not doing it again.”

“See, you aren’t listening to me, again. Fucking hell, Dex. Just listen to me. I need time to think.”

“No you don’t. Let me get my car keys and we will go home now.” He turns to walk away but my words stop him in his tracks.

“Do you know how much you hurt me in there?” I point to Castle Ink. “Seeing you let thatgirltouch you. Seeing you smilemysmile at her. I would never let another man touch me while we were together, Dex. But you. You couldn’t fucking wait to have another woman’s hands on you. So what, we had a fucking fight. Does that give you the right to go and shag any girl you want? Is this how our relationship is going to go? Because if it is, I want no bloody part of it.” We stare at each other, and I now feel the tears running down my face. When did I start crying? Well bloody hell.

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