in all the way or you’re not. And obviously you’re not so get the hell out.”
He nods, and I stay upright until the front door slams then I grab the closest thing within reach, which happens to be a picture of Mona and me, and throw it across the hall, shattering the glass into thousands of pieces. Stupid me for believing there was a decent guy out there. That I actually had a chance to be more than ‘Ben’s mom.’ It’s my fault for pushing him for more. Lesson learned.
* * *
It’s been a month since I’ve talked to Sam. Mona and I are having lunch and I tell her about running into him yesterday.
“And he didn’t say anything to you? Nothing?” she asks.
“Nope. Not to me. He said hi to Ben then went inside and shut his door.”
“Damn.” When she swallows the last of her tea, she leans over the table. “And you’re
sure that you’re fine? Don’t want me to kick his ass?”
“No.” I laugh. “I’m fine. It didn’t work out, no biggie.”
I’m lying—again. It was like a punch to the gut when he ignored me. I’ve seen glimpses of him from my window, but yesterday was the first time we had walked past each other. He couldn’t avoid me forever. I don’t know why he’s mad at me. He solidified my decision to stay single, raise my son, and forget about men. In truth, I’m more mad than anything. I really thought we had something. But, again, I was wrong.
“If you change your mind, let me know.”
I roll my eyes, and we throw our garbage out before saying goodbye. My shift at the grocery store is over in four hours, and after time drags, I punch out and get Ben. I rush to get to the school in time and end up stuck talking to his teacher. She’s a nice lady, but I really don’t want to listen to her tell me how friendly my son is. God, I sound like a bitch even to myself, but I’m in a hurry. I work at X tonight, and Ben’s babysitter, Kate, will be at the house in less than an hour.
I’m able to pry myself away from the school with Ben, and we make it home with forty minutes before I need to leave for work.
“Hey. Sorry, I know I’m late.” I yell to my boss as I run into the changing room and put on my mini skirt, heels, and bright pink nipple tassels. I cringe when the cold hits me but rush to the bar to grab my notepad and apron. It’s not horribly crowded yet, but it’s still early. One of the things I hate the most about this place is how dark it is. Barely any natural light. The booths that align the wall sit below small rectangular windows, but tacky neon signs cover all of the glass. Bright spotlights shine on the center stage, and dust particles swirl in the candescent lights.
“I grabbed table seven’s order and put it in. Should be ready in a sec,” Brandy, the other waitress, says.
“Thanks. I owe you.” Since we usually work together, we have a system down.
“Not really. They’re a bunch of college brats, just turned twenty-one. Grabby and probably bad tippers. Be careful.” She gives me a wistful smile and grabs her tray.
“Misty. Order’s up.”
The bartender winks at me, and I smile as I place all my drinks on my tray.
I approach the table and take a deep breath before letting my fake, sultry voice fly. “Hey, boys.” With my ass in one of their faces, I give it a little shake while setting everything on their table. “Here ya go. Can I get you anything else?” I ask wide-eyed, chewing on my nail.
“How about you hop on up?” a blond asks grabbing my arm.
“Oh, baby. I’m sorry. That’s not my job. I can send Holly over, though.” I grab his hand to pry it off, and he lets go.
“You do that,” he says, grabbing his glass and taking a swallow. His buddies all cheer him on. I have no clue why, but whatever.
I turn on my heel and check on my other tables before finding Holly by the bathrooms. “Hey, seven wants a lap dance. Careful though, he’s grabby.”
“Aren’t they fucking all?”
Holly is gorgeous. Red hair and bright
He nods, and I stay upright until the front door slams then I grab the closest thing within reach, which happens to be a picture of Mona and me, and throw it across the hall, shattering the glass into thousands of pieces. Stupid me for believing there was a decent guy out there. That I actually had a chance to be more than ‘Ben’s mom.’ It’s my fault for pushing him for more. Lesson learned.
* * *
It’s been a month since I’ve talked to Sam. Mona and I are having lunch and I tell her about running into him yesterday.
“And he didn’t say anything to you? Nothing?” she asks.
“Nope. Not to me. He said hi to Ben then went inside and shut his door.”
“Damn.” When she swallows the last of her tea, she leans over the table. “And you’re
sure that you’re fine? Don’t want me to kick his ass?”
“No.” I laugh. “I’m fine. It didn’t work out, no biggie.”
I’m lying—again. It was like a punch to the gut when he ignored me. I’ve seen glimpses of him from my window, but yesterday was the first time we had walked past each other. He couldn’t avoid me forever. I don’t know why he’s mad at me. He solidified my decision to stay single, raise my son, and forget about men. In truth, I’m more mad than anything. I really thought we had something. But, again, I was wrong.
“If you change your mind, let me know.”
I roll my eyes, and we throw our garbage out before saying goodbye. My shift at the grocery store is over in four hours, and after time drags, I punch out and get Ben. I rush to get to the school in time and end up stuck talking to his teacher. She’s a nice lady, but I really don’t want to listen to her tell me how friendly my son is. God, I sound like a bitch even to myself, but I’m in a hurry. I work at X tonight, and Ben’s babysitter, Kate, will be at the house in less than an hour.
I’m able to pry myself away from the school with Ben, and we make it home with forty minutes before I need to leave for work.
“Hey. Sorry, I know I’m late.” I yell to my boss as I run into the changing room and put on my mini skirt, heels, and bright pink nipple tassels. I cringe when the cold hits me but rush to the bar to grab my notepad and apron. It’s not horribly crowded yet, but it’s still early. One of the things I hate the most about this place is how dark it is. Barely any natural light. The booths that align the wall sit below small rectangular windows, but tacky neon signs cover all of the glass. Bright spotlights shine on the center stage, and dust particles swirl in the candescent lights.
“I grabbed table seven’s order and put it in. Should be ready in a sec,” Brandy, the other waitress, says.
“Thanks. I owe you.” Since we usually work together, we have a system down.
“Not really. They’re a bunch of college brats, just turned twenty-one. Grabby and probably bad tippers. Be careful.” She gives me a wistful smile and grabs her tray.
“Misty. Order’s up.”
The bartender winks at me, and I smile as I place all my drinks on my tray.
I approach the table and take a deep breath before letting my fake, sultry voice fly. “Hey, boys.” With my ass in one of their faces, I give it a little shake while setting everything on their table. “Here ya go. Can I get you anything else?” I ask wide-eyed, chewing on my nail.
“How about you hop on up?” a blond asks grabbing my arm.
“Oh, baby. I’m sorry. That’s not my job. I can send Holly over, though.” I grab his hand to pry it off, and he lets go.
“You do that,” he says, grabbing his glass and taking a swallow. His buddies all cheer him on. I have no clue why, but whatever.
I turn on my heel and check on my other tables before finding Holly by the bathrooms. “Hey, seven wants a lap dance. Careful though, he’s grabby.”
“Aren’t they fucking all?”
Holly is gorgeous. Red hair and bright
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