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He leaves abruptly and slams the door behind him. The whole house shakes at the door slamming and I feel his absence even more than I did when he was in the hospital. I didn’t tell him that the twins are in the same sac and are going to be identical. I also didn’t tell him when the next appointment is going to be.
Colm comes into the house and looks at me on the couch. I can see he doesn’t know what to say to me because he’s teetering at the door.
“Don’t worry about it,” I whisper and stuff my head into the pillow.
Chapter Eighteen
Cassie
I got the job at a tattoo parlor in the next town over. Hearing that they are giving me a chance with barely any work experience is enough to make me feel like I’m getting my life a little on track.
Every night, my phone rings with Dale’s name ringing up on the caller ID. I know he’s trying to make up for everything that has happened, but I’m not ready yet. I’m not ready to let him back into my life after he lied to me for so many years.
The morning sickness is worse in the afternoon, though. I’m packing a little lunch to bring to work since I don’t have a lot of money left over from spending so much on clothes. I’m sure I could ask the brothers to give me some more money, but I need to separate myself.
The quicker I start making money at the tattoo parlor, the quicker I can move out of this safe house and into my own place.
Words can’t express how important it is to me to have my own place.
To be honest, being pregnant is bringing so many different things to my mind. The dreams are vivid and rather sexual. In one dream, I dreamt that Dale tied me up and fucked me from behind while everyone watched.
I have never been one for being a voyeur, but the dream was oddly hot. I woke up and had to quickly finger myself to get rid of my clit hurting from the erotic dream.
Having Colm in the other room while he watched his woman’s sports game, was also hot. He could have walked in at any time and watched me finger myself.
Maybe he would have asked if I needed help.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Seriously. Are all pregnant women this crazy?
“Hi, I’m Cassie,” I introduce myself to the woman at the front desk.
She smiles at me and points to a man behind a desk. “That’s who you are going to want to talk to before you start.”
I smile back at her and walk over to the man behind the desk.
“I’m Jerry. The owner. Welcome! We don’t have a lot of rules here but the major one is we don’t want drama. If you have boyfriend drama, please don’t bring it in here.”
I nod. “Absolutely, Jerry.”
“Another rule is, customers come first. Stella will show you the ropes and if you need me, go ahead and ask.”
With that, he leaves from behind the desk because the door chimes from behind me. I can smell the amount of cologne that is wafting off the guy from behind me.
The smell makes me sick but I swallow it down.
As the man walks over to Jerry, he stops in front of me and looks me up and down. The look in his eyes are telling me he’s trying to place me. I have never met him and if I had, it was more than likely with Dale.
Thinking about Dale has me wanting to start crying again. I miss him so much.
Every time he calls, it takes a lot of self-motivation and self-control to not answer the phone and beg him to come get me. I
I hear the pipers of motorcycles around the parlor and my heart skips about thirty beats thinking it could be Dale. What would he say if he knew how much I wanted him back? Am I really that confused with myself?
Instead of contemplating everything, I focus on how to do my new job. It doesn’t appear to be too hard and I seem to be good at dealing with customers. Each male customer that comes in flirts with me or the other front desk girls and is always trying to show us their newest piercing.
I’m sure if they wore club emblems on their cuts, I wouldn’t be allowed to work here. I’m sure it would be a major problem if Dale or Chase found out it might be run by a group of bikers.
