Page 5 of Elijah
Elijah
aged 28
And there she was, my beautiful ex-wife. The woman I had loved with all my heart, who had turned into a fucking banshee after getting the wrong end of the stick - the shitty end, which she hit me with, repeatedly.
“Oh sheet. We ‘ave bloody big trouble,” Tino said, as I informed him that Amy was my ex-wife.
“It’s fine, Tino,” I replied, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We’re all adults. There’ll be no trouble.”
I watched Amy carefully, trying to regulate my breathing and stop the tremor in my hands. I hadn’t seen her for five years, and the fact that she looked as beautiful as ever, fucking floored me. Part of me wanted her to look broken and still devastated over the loss of our marriage, but she didn’t. Her head was held high, her shoulders were back, and there was a fierceness in her eyes. Amy Cooper, or should I say Brown, looked amazing and I couldn’t help but remember when she’d been mine.
“I’m very professional,” Amy announced, narrowing her eyes at me.
“You saying I’m not?” I asked, turning my attention back to the present.
“No. Did I say that? Did I Claudia?” she asked, turning to the woman at her side.
“Do you want me to answer, or is that a rhetorical question again?” Claudia asked, looking confused.
Amy tutted. “Yes, I’d like an answer, please.”
“Oh okay. No, you didn’t say that.”
Claudia grinned at me and there was a little twinkle in her eye that told me she loved to play with Amy. Anyone who wanted to jangle those particular bells was okay in my book. The more pissed off she got the better. There was nothing I liked more than seeing the woman who walked out on me getting all riled up and frustrated.
“I ‘ave to go,” Tino said, tentatively moving towards the door. “Please no fighting. Okay?”
I nodded as Amy sighed with exasperation.
“Like I said, I’m extremely professional.” Amy offered me a fake smile before turning to Tino. “Go home to your wife, Tino. We’re good here.”
Tino blew us a kiss and was out of the huge front door and zooming down the driveway in his Jeep, within seconds.
“So, looks like we’re going to be working together,” I said, as we heard the last sounds of Tino’s engine.
“I wouldn’t say together,” Amy replied, unzipping her bag and producing a laser distance measurer, pad, and pen. “You keep out of my way and I’ll keep out of yours.”
“Going to be hard Amy, it’s a big house but not that big that you can get lost in it. Plus, every bloody room looks out onto the garden, so…” I grinned at her letting my insinuation sink in.
“I won’t be watching you, if that’s what you’re saying. I have plenty of work to do. Once the contractors are here, I’ll be even more tied up.”
“Well let’s hope this project is successful for both of us.”
“I’m sure it will be.”
“So, how’s the family?” I asked, genuinely interested.
“Fine, thank you. Mum and Dad have moved…actually you know what, Elijah,” she said with a shake of her head, “let’s just stick to talking about the house. It’ll work much better for both of us.”
With a flick of her hair, she walked over to the staircase and I couldn’t help but watch the sway of her hips in the tight skirt she was wearing. Fuck, she was still hot and still knew how to use her assets. When we’d first met at school, Amy had been a little shy at first, but as soon as we started going out her confidence increased massively. She wasn’t cocky or anything like that, she simply started to believe me when I told her she was gorgeous. As for when we started having sex, well her sexiness went off the charts and a little swing was introduced to her hips and arse. Her tops got a little lower and her hair a lot more sexed up. But it was all for me, only ever for me. She never once looked at another boy or man in all the years we were together. Now here she was swaying those hips again and I hadn’t failed to notice the hint of white lace under her tight shirt. Yeah, she could certainly afford to fasten one more button without looking like an old maid.
“Claudia, can you take the mood board out for the lounge, please?” she said over her shoulder, hanging her bag over the newel post of the bannister. “We’ll start measuring up in there.”
“Strange,” I said, watching Claudia as she walked towards the lounge. “I’ll be working outside the lounge.”
“And?” Amy asked, swinging around to face me.
I shrugged. “Nothing, just pointing out I’ll be working hard outside the lounge window. It’ll be just like old times, you’ll be able to watch me work through the window.”
Amy’s back stiffened as she threw me a glare.
“This will be nothing like old times,” she snapped. “Because this time I won’t be falling for your lies.”
With that she stormed off in the same direction as Claudia, and the fact that I thought she was really hot when she was angry left me feeling a little bit strange.
