Bombay Mixx by S L Lewis

she bragged as me and Anya just looked at each other in despair.
     
    Anya couldn’t take anymore and decided to bring Gabrielle down from the clouds a little. ‘So if these men want you so much where is the engagement ring?’ she questioned as Gabrielle went bright red with embarrassment. She quickly packed away her gifts and answered, ‘I’m not ready to settle down yet. I want to be sure I have found Mr. Right first.’ Anya was very quick with her retort and swiftly asked, ‘but I thought Carlos was the perfect one at the moment? But you do know what they say about footballers, yes?’ Gabrielle fumed with anger and I know this meant there was the potential for an argument, which I didn’t want to be near, and with that notion I decided to pretend to get some water from the kitchen, still listening to what could be the cause of World War Three. ‘What do they say then, Anya? I always respect your opinion on men as you have so much experience with them,’ Gabrielle spat out to an unaffected Anya.
     
    Anya got up and walked into her room and Gabrielle smiled as though she thought she won the battle.
     
    Big mistake as you never win an argument with Anya!
     
    Anya came back into the lounge clutching a mustard version of the cashmere scarf Carlos had just bought for Gabrielle along with the same platinum diamond encrusted ring, ‘I do know a lot about men Gabrielle and I know that a footballer will never only have one voman.’ Anya announced as Gabrielle compared Anya’s gifts to her own and went running into her room.
     
    ‘I’m sorry Nita but she had to know,’ Anya professed as she threw the items onto the sofa as though they were nothing but the TV Guide. ‘It’s ok. She was getting on my nerves with all her boasting but at least she knows what type of guy he is now,’ I replied.
     
    We went back to the sofa with our glasses of wine, ate the remains of the Chinese takeaway from last night and settled down to our daily dose of soap opera action.
     
    Five minutes later Gabrielle stormed out and spent the next few days at mum and dads which meant I had a peaceful few days to myself in the flat.
     
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    Although having the whole flat to myself was tempting (Anya was on a ‘business trip’ in Austria for a week with Dolph), the thought of having a naked, hot, sweaty Angus in bed beside me was even more tempting; so after spending a week at the Golders Green flat with a routine of work, mind blowing sex, takeaways (why leave the bedroom when the food can come straight to you?) and lots of expensive wine, I thought I was in heaven!
     
    It was exciting to wake up with him, and then see him in action at work thinking, ‘look at my powerful man speaking to all these rich, influential investors! I wonder if they knew he wasn’t just powerful in the boardroom but between my legs too!’ The thought jumped out of my head as I was brought back to reality by the telephone ringing. ‘Hello, AG Cathal. Mr. Maguire’s office, how may I help you?’ I droned as I felt cheated out of my beautiful daydream. ‘Nita, its mummy. Can you call round today after work?’ my mum asked as she started sobbing.
     
    I hated it when my mum cried as she never does unless it’s something serious!
     
    I finished work early, promising Ann I would come in early the next day as I had a family emergency and sent Angus an email telling him I couldn’t see him tonight.
     
    He understood and hoped nothing was wrong with my mum so I jumped on the Tube and prayed no one had died.
     
    Although maybe I should have saved that prayer!
     
    Mum was sat in her dressing gown and I could see a well refreshed tumbler next to her with, with what smelt like straight brandy on the rocks.
     
    Her eyes were bloodshot red and there were lots of used tissues around her and shards of broken dishes on the floor. ‘ B reakdown?’ I thought as I rushed over and gave her a big hug. ‘He’s been cheating! The bastard has been fucking