When I walked into work on Monday morning, Leah was already there with Andrew. As you can imagine, I was in no mood to deal with him. We talked about business for the first hour or so then he asked how my weekend was. I told him it was fine.
Then he said, “How’s your man?”
Ew. I didn’t like the way he said “your man.” Regardless I wasn’t about to tell him that we broke up so I was like, “Oh he’s good!” super enthusiastically.
Andrew smiled. “Great! Glad to hear it!”
I feel like he’s just always fishing for information on my personal life.
Later on in the day, Leah, Andrew and I were standing behind the counter of the store all working on our respective paperwork when Leah said to me, “So did you call him?”
I was only half listening so I was like, “Who?”
“Your ex! Have you called him?”
That got my attention. I glanced at Andrew quickly to see if he heard. He wasn’t paying attention.
“Shh,” I told her. “I don’t want Andrew to know we broke up.”
Leah gave me a weird look. “Okay… I already told him though.”
“What? Why?!” I exclaimed. Andrew looked over.
Leah shrugged and whispered, “He asked about my weekend and I told him. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was a secret.”
Ugh. So I don’t know if she told Andrew before or after he asked me about Brady, but he now knows that I lied, right? I’m glad he didn’t confront me about it and make it awkward.
Around lunch time I got a text from Carly that said, “Hey! Brady gave me your stuff to give you!”
I replied, “What?”
“Brady asked me to give you all your stuff you left over there…”
I was livid. Brady didn’t even have the balls to give me my shit back himself? What a puss.
Andrew wanted to go to lunch and I don’t even remember what we talked about because I was so pissed. When we got back to the store, I locked myself in the bathroom and typed up a scathing message to Brady letting him know what a coward he is and how he was going to be single and lonely forever. And then I deleted it. It wasn’t even worth it.
When Carly dropped my things off later I made her explain to me exactly what happened.
“Well, as I was leaving last night, Brady stopped me and asked if I could take something to you,” Carly said.
“What were his exact words?” I wanted to know.
“‘I have some of Reese’s things. Would you mind giving them to her?'”
“Did you ask him why he couldn’t give them to me himself?”
“Noo, of course not, Reese. He’s just as fragile as you are. I said sure.”
“I’m not fragile,” I muttered.
“So he went in his room and brought out all your stuff. Look how nice he folded everything!”
She was right that he’d packed all my stuff really neatly in a Trader Joe’s bag. He fucking would. I seriously can’t believe he gave my stuff to Carly so he wouldn’t have to talk to me. Actually, yes I can. I hate him.
On Tuesday, Kyle texted me in the morning asking how I was doing which was really nice. We ended up texting all throughout the day and I was happy to have someone to complain to about work. He offered to give me a massage and I accepted so he came over that night. I wasn’t going to turn down a massage.
I poured myself a glass of wine and sat between Kyle’s legs on the couch while he rubbed my neck and shoulders. I was talking his ear off about everything from working out to my living room decor to the Patriots winning the Super Bowl. Clearly I don’t have anyone else to talk to.
Eventually he started going lower and massaged my back and subtly reached around and felt up my boobs. I let him and kept talking like nothing was happening. And then he started kissing my neck. And then he took off my shirt. I continued talking and sipping my wine. And then finally, Kyle took my glass of wine out of my hand, pushed me back on the couch and ran his tongue all over my chest and tummy. Then the only sounds coming out of my mouth were moans.
Sooo, yeah. I kind of hooked up with Kyle again. No tears this time. It was actually really nice and I wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again (I won’t though). I still kicked him out afterwards.
I convinced Kendra to get drinks with me on Wednesday night. I hadn’t seen much of her since she and John got engaged. The first thing she asked about was Brady and even though I had a ton of questions for her, I did want to talk about Brady.
“I think he’s gay,” I said, eating a mozzarella stick.
“What?” Kendra exclaimed, almost laughing.
“It’ll explain a lot of things. He’s so clean. When I first went to his condo, I thought Chris was married and lived with a woman because it was so clean and well decorated. Nope, just Gay Brady putting his gay touch on everything.”
“What? It’s true. And the fact that it took him so long to have sex with me. What straight guy would turn down pussy being thrown at him?”
“He’s just a gentleman. And he wanted more than just sex with you so he waited. I think that’s admirable.”
“And then, I think he has a crush on Chris. He told me that he doesn’t really need a roommate, but it’s nice having one. What straight guy in his late twenties wants a roommate? Gay.”
Kendra scrunched her nose up. “I don’t get that vibe. And Preston hasn’t mentioned anything. You know Preston can sniff a gay out from a mile away.”
Truthfully, I know Brady is not gay. I just wanted to talk shit about him. He did mention that he doesn’t charge Chris very much in rent and he enjoys having him around though.
“So, you’re getting married,” I said to change the subject.
“Yep. Haven’t set a date yet,” Kendra said while admiring her ring. John did really, really well with Kendra’s emerald cut Tacori ring. It’s huge and beautiful. I didn’t think John had that kind of taste.
“Why haven’t you asked me to be a bridesmaid?” I asked.
“We don’t know if we want to do a big wedding with bridesmaids and stuff. We were thinking a beach wedding in Hawaii with just our parents.”
I rolled my eyes. “Y’all are so boring and predictable.”
“Shut up, Reese,” Kendra said and she actually sounded serious. Touchy subject?
Anyway, I’m headed to Tennessee now for our big visit with the directors and presidents from New York. They are coming tomorrow (Friday) so we are going to be prepping pretty much all day. I hope it goes well/Andrew doesn’t make my life hell. Not counting on it though. Bye!