“Aye, darlin’,” he called over. I reached back for another glass, knowing Vicky was watching my every move.
“It’s just a surprise, that’s all. He never let me lift a finger.”
“I like to make myself useful.”
“I guess he just respected our differences.”
“That he did,” I said politely, raising Tools’ pint in the air so he could see I was finished.
Respect our differences, my ass.
Dante didn’t give a shit about our differences.
“I mean… He treated me like a complete princess. Nothing was too much trouble for him. I wonder why he doesn’t do that for you.”
Did this woman think I was a fucking moron? Treated her like a princess? Aye, course he did, sweetheart.
A princess that resides over the pits of hell,I thought to myself, but amazingly managed to keep it to myself.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Vicky.”
“It’s very different from the Dante I knew. He was just so obsessed with me.”
I sighed heavily. “Well, there’s only so many times I can let the guy eat my pussy before I’m all orgasmed out. Can I just serve the drinks in peace now?” I asked, ignoring the snicker from Shark behind me. Vicky scowled at me. I quickly grabbed a glass and poured a vodka, sliding it in her direction. “On the house. There’s no need for us to be enemies, Vicky. I’m sorry my return spelled the end of your relationship with Dante, but I’m far too old to be participating in other woman drama. If you want to dislike me, that’s fine. You can join a long, long list of other people who wouldn’t piss on me if I were on fire. But I make a good friend if you’d like to try being civil,” I finished, tipping my head in the direction of the drink I gave her.
“I’m not drinking at the minute.”
“Fine. I am,” I said, snatching the glass up and throwing the vodka back, cringing at the burn. I turned my back on her to throw the glass in the wash bucket and caught eyes with Shark. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I blew my lips at him in return. He grinned and then Vicky spoke up once more.
“Do you have any idea when Dante will be back?”
“When he feels like it.”
“Could you let him know I’m here? It’s really important.”
“If it’s that important, couldn’t you just ring him?” I sighed.
“I didn’t realise you’d let me,” she said with fake, wide-eyed innocence.
“I just told you to. Honestly, Vicky, I don’t care. I trust Dante. If you want to be texting buddies with him, go right on ahead.”
“It’s just… this is a delicate situation. I feel like it would be better said face to face.”
“He’ll be back later on this evening,” Shark said. “He’ll talk to you then. Not before.”
She scowled at him, and then her lips twisted in an evil grin.
“Oh… Well, maybe you could pass a message on for me?”
“Sure,” I said, giving her a tight-lipped smile.
“I suppose everyone is going to find out sooner rather than later. So if you could just let him know the happy news, that would be great.”
“As soon as you tell me the happy news, I’ll be sure to pass it on,” I said, doing my best not to snap at her. I already knew where this was going. She couldn’t have made it any more fucking obvious, and I was not going to give her the reaction she was so desperately seeking.
“I’m pregnant. And I’m keeping it.” A deadly silence fell over the bar as everyone looked in my direction, waiting for my reaction.
Well, colour me surprised.
