On Monday, I was actually busy at work. Dave and Diana are going on a business trip next Monday through Wednesday and someone is going to have to run the office. So Diana forwarded me the how-to manual on the office operations and I took some time to read through it. After a few hours I started feeling like my eyes were crossing from reading so much. I pulled out my phone to check Pinterest, SnapChat, Facebook, Twitter, etc.
Mark had texted me a listing for a condo he thought I would love and asked if I wanted to see it soon. It was a gorgeous updated high rise, but it was a studio and I have way too much shit for a studio. I told him to keep looking.
I logged onto Facebook and the first thing that came up on my newsfeed was a location check-in from Jessica.
“Lunch with my favorite people,” she said and tagged three people including Brady. I almost dropped my phone.
It was from five minutes prior so I knew they were probably still eating. I couldn’t believe it. Brady assured me that he was no longer speaking to her. Why were they going on lunch dates together? Clearly, he lied and they probably never stopped talking or hanging out. Before I could stop myself, I dialed Brady’s number on my office phone. I had to get to the bottom of this ASAP.
He didn’t answer and I assumed it was because he didn’t recognize the number. I called him again from my cell phone and it went to voicemail after only two rings. RUDE. He obviously ignored my phone call on purpose. What if it was an emergency? I could be dying! I felt my body shaking with anger.
I texted him, “I’m pregnant.” and sat my phone down to continue working. I giggled when he called back three minutes later (which is actually a long time to wait to check in on your unborn child’s mother).
I obviously didn’t answer and instead texted, “Can’t talk, I’m super busy right now.”
“You’re pregnant?” Brady asked immediately.
“Yes,” was all I said back. I felt kind of evil for lying to him, but I would tell him the truth after I got some answers about Jessica. He needed to be punished.
“Can you please step out or something so we can talk?” Brady asked.
Before I could tell him no, my office phone rang and Diana asked me to meet her in Dave’s office so we could go over some things. They spent an hour going over the troubleshooting guide just in case anything crazy happens while they are gone. I mean I get it, they want to be prepared, but I’ve run the office plenty of times while they both were out. Things will be fine.
After that, Dave wanted to take us out for drinks and obviously we didn’t object. I was so thirsty for free drinks that I completely forgot about my phone and telling Brady I was pregnant. By the time we got back to the office it was 4:30. I had two missed calls and several text messages.
“Answer the phone please.”
“Seriously. I’m freaking out here.”
I felt terrible and decided I would come clean and give him an amazing blow job later.
“Let’s talk later,” I texted back and wrapped up for the day.
Brady called at around six when he got off and asked to come over. I said sure. When he got there, I buzzed him in and opened the door when he knocked.
“You’re off early today,” I said, hugging him.
“Yeah,” was all he said.
We pulled away and I gave Brady my most innocent smile. I hoped he wouldn’t be pissed.
“Are you really pregnant?” he asked me.
I waited a few seconds before saying, “No.”
Brady let out a deep breath. “Then why did you say you were?” He sounded frustrated – almost whiney – but not particularly mad.
“So you went to lunch with Jessica? You said you haven’t talked to her. Sounds like you guys are great friends to me,” I said in an accusatory voice.
“A lot of people went, not just the two of us. I didn’t talk to her.”
“Okay.” I wanted to press the issue, but I didn’t want to come off as an insecure brat like Saturday night.
“Why did you lie, Reese? I told my brother and I’m sure he’s already told my mom.”
“Sorry,” I said meekly. I actually really did feel bad. His mother would probably disown him.
“It’s okay,” Brady sighed, but I knew it wasn’t.
“Don’t you think it’s weird that Jessica tagged you on Facebook and you guys haven’t talked in three weeks?” I asked.
“Kind of, yes.”
“You haven’t talked to her in three weeks, right?”
“Reese, it’s hard. We work primarily on the same floors and she’s very persistent. I do my best to avoid her.”
“So you guys never stopped talking?” I clarified.
“I told her that you would prefer if she and I didn’t talk anymore and at first, she respected that. The only time she would talk to me was about work related matters. Then she started back asking how my weekend was and stuff like that. I can’t be rude.”
I nodded. So is that why Jessica added me on Facebook – so she could tag Brady in statuses and brag that they are still friends? Cool.
“Do you want to get dinner?” Brady asked and I nodded. I slipped on my Prada flats, grabbed a jacket and followed Brady out the door.
We went to a bar and grill near my apartment and got beer and appetizers to share. By the time I finished my first beer, Brady was on his third. I hope I’m not driving him into a drinking problem. I know I’m a handful.
When we got back to my apartment I put a movie in and we snuggled.
“Reese, I don’t want Jessica to continue to cause conflict between us,” Brady said out of nowhere. “I’m not interested in her romantically or sexually at all.”
“…Okay,” I started.
“I love everything about you. I only want you right now,” he continued.
Right now? What did that mean?
“I wish you would trust my word on that. I think you’re still punishing me for not being upfront about her. Everyday you have a new issue with me and it seems like there’s nothing I can about it.”
When he said that I really felt bad. Brady completely trusts me and doesn’t seem to be guarding his emotions. At any moment I could rip his heart right out of his chest and stomp it to pieces. Isn’t he afraid of that? I am. That’s why I’m so guarded. But if he’s making himself vulnerable and I’m not, that isn’t fair.
So I’ve decided that I’m going to stop being a psychopath and let myself love him. I mean, I’m going to try. I think he deserves that much.