“How do you say that to a man? Oh, and by the way, I know we haven’t seen each other in five years, but… we have a kid?”
“Shit,” Natasha whispers.
“And then it got worse,” I add. “I was trying to work out how to tell him. He started messaging me and pursuing me and we weren’t allowed to see each other because I’m his intern.”
“Why is that?” Adrian asks.
“Hospital policy,” Natasha interrupts.
“How did you get together?” Adrian frowns.
I roll my eyes. “Honestly, when I say this story out loud it’s cringe worthy. I was at the club and guess who goes there?”
“Who?” Natasha frowns in horror. “Your other boss?”
“Cameron.” Adrian sighs. “I know he goes there.”
Natasha looks at him in horror. “Does fucking Joshua go there?”
He screws up his face. “No, he likes his balls too much for that.”
She smirks and holds up her knife and pretends to cut them off.
I continue. “Cameron turns up at the place, sees me, loses his shit and then demands a lap dance.”
“Nooo,” Natasha whispers. “Get the fuck out of here.”
Adrian’s eyes widen in horror. “This really is an interesting story,” he whispers. “What did you do?”
I slap my hands over my face. “I gave him one.”
“What?”
I nod.
“Oh my fuck,” Natasha whispers.
“I’ve never done anything like that in my life, and then Jenna had to go home because her mom was sick and Owen went to my mom’s for twelve days so I could keep working.”
“Okay.” Natasha frowns as she listens.
“My next shift at the club, Cameron turns up and the chemistry between us is ridiculous. We make out and he rushes me out of the club, back to his house, and we have crazy stupid sex all night.”
They both sit wide-eyed as they listen to the story.
“So I keep thinking to myself, I will tell him in the morning, but he springs it on me that he’s taking me to New York for the weekend because he wants his weekend that he missed out on five years ago.”
Natasha smiles and elbows Adrian. “That’s kind of romantic. You have to admit.”
I shake my head. “So I make an internal decision to spend the weekend with him and tell him when we get back. Only thing is, he’s crazy sweet all weekend and he takes me to the library and shows me the advertisement that he put in the classifieds five years ago when he was trying to find me.”
Adrian raises his eyebrows as he sips his drink. “Now that’s romantic.” He nods.
I blow out a breath. “Every day it got harder to tell him, and every day I was panicking because we just...” I pause as I think of the wording.
“You fell in love,” Adrian finishes for me.
My eyes rise to meet his. “I did.”
“He did, too. He told me he was in love with you.”
I frown. “When?”
“On the Monday after we got back for San Fran. His exact words were I’m in love with this girl.”
I put my head into my hands as the sadness takes over.
They both sit in silence as they watch me. “What happened then?” Natasha finally asks.
“I told him I had a son and he threw the biggest tantrum you have ever seen. He smashed a glass up against the wall and left before I could even tell him that the child was his.”
“Bloody hell.” Adrian sighs. “This is a mess.”
“And then he somehow found out and came around the house the next night losing his ever-living shit.”
“Margaret told him,” Natasha whispers.
My eyes snap to her. “Oh no, how did she know?” I gasp.
“Look at him.” Natasha shakes her head. “He’s the image of Cameron.”
I blow out a deflated breath and shake my head. “Last night I begged for my job back.”
“Hang on, when did you leave?”
“Cameron made me leave last week, so I did.”
Adrian frowns.
“But the reality is that I need the money. I’m supporting three people. So I went back last night and guess who was there?”
Natasha narrows her eyes. “That fucking snake.”
“My thoughts exactly. Only, I was tipsy because I was drinking and I was so mad that he was there for other women… I did something really stupid.”
“What?” They both gasp.
“I did a lap dance for him again and then he went crazy and dragged me outside. When I wouldn’t get in his car, he punched the windshield of his Aston Martin and smashed it and broke his hand.”
Adrian’s eyes nearly pop out in horror. “His hand is broken?” He gasps.