Police had asked
her. She had rattled her brain. Didn’t Jeff work with a Claire O’Neill?
She had told the Police that she had no idea who she was. They informed
her they would speak to Miss O’Neill. Ella suddenly had the feeling she
needed to speak to Jeff when he returned from work.
Jeff had
come back from work with another bunch of flowers. He had brought one
home every day since she had returned home. It was something that he
never normally did, but Ella had liked it, she had thought it was sweet of him,
a side she hadn’t seen in a long time.
This time,
when she had taken the flowers, she felt really guilty as she knew what she was
going to do. She put the flowers in a vase, gave him a sweet peck on the
cheek, took his jacket (which she was hoping contained his mobile phone) and
sent him off to the shower before she served dinner.
She held her
breath while waiting for the shower to start. Ella grabbed his jacket,
her hands shaking, to find his mobile. She searched the mail
archives. Bingo. Tears started silently falling. Message
after message, signed, not with a name, just C . Sexy texts,
loving words, but more recently begging messages, which Ella noticed coincided
with the time of the ‘psycho’ incident, as she now called it.
She looked
at the phone in her hand. He was an intelligent man for goodness sake,
was he so confident that she would never look at his phone, not to delete
them? Did he spend evenings when he wasn’t with C rereading
them?
Ella tried
to get a grip on how she felt. Upset? Devastated? No, more like empty.
She heard the shower water switch off. Not long before she had to deal
with him. She stirred the curry she had made on the stove.
~~~~
Tears fell
and hit her pillow. After a little back peddling, Jeff had finally
admitted that he had gotten involved with Claire from work. He had
insisted that when he had heard that Ella nearly died at the hands of a psycho,
he had realised that he loved her, not Claire.
They had
argued, cried, sulked and then ended up in bed together. That was the
situation now, Jeff sleeping and Ella realising that even the make-up sex did
not help. She felt emptier than ever. She now knew, one hundred per
cent, that her relationship with Jeff was over.
She heard
her phone vibrate and quickly picked it up off her side table, checking to see
that Jeff hadn’t been disturbed.
“Hello,
ssshhhh. Did I wake you up?” Daniel slurred down the phone.
Her heart
lifted. She whispered, conscious of Jeff next to her. “No.”
“Sshhh.
Why are you whispering?” Daniel whispered back. “Oh, have you
got someone in bed with you, ssshhh?”
Ella smiled
to herself, Daniel was drunk. “Yes I have.”
“Oh.”
She heard the slight disappointment in Daniel’s reply.
Alcohol made
him bolder. “Ella?”
“Yes
Daniel?”
“I would
like you in my bed.”
Her heart squeezed,
she would like to be in his bed too.
“Do you know
what I would do with you if you were? It wouldn’t involve sleeping. I
would…”
A blush rose
on her cheeks, it was her time to say, “Sshh! Daniel go to bed now.
I will see you very soon.”
“Great, I’m
looking forward to seeing you. I love you Ella.” He put the phone
down.
“I love you
too,” she whispered at the dialling tone, clutching the phone to her chest.
Chapter
23
Ella rolled
her shoulders after she hung her dress in the wardrobe. Nearly another
week following Daniel around, recording his life was over, only a couple of
weeks to go now. Then she would have to work out what she was going to do
with her life.
On the
journey back, in the back of the vehicle that Daniel had sent for her, she
contemplated everything that had happened to her recently, how her life had
changed.
After lots
of discussions and tears, between her and Jeff, they had decided to go their
separate ways. It was more her than him, he seemed to
her. She had rattled her brain. Didn’t Jeff work with a Claire O’Neill?
She had told the Police that she had no idea who she was. They informed
her they would speak to Miss O’Neill. Ella suddenly had the feeling she
needed to speak to Jeff when he returned from work.
Jeff had
come back from work with another bunch of flowers. He had brought one
home every day since she had returned home. It was something that he
never normally did, but Ella had liked it, she had thought it was sweet of him,
a side she hadn’t seen in a long time.
This time,
when she had taken the flowers, she felt really guilty as she knew what she was
going to do. She put the flowers in a vase, gave him a sweet peck on the
cheek, took his jacket (which she was hoping contained his mobile phone) and
sent him off to the shower before she served dinner.
She held her
breath while waiting for the shower to start. Ella grabbed his jacket,
her hands shaking, to find his mobile. She searched the mail
archives. Bingo. Tears started silently falling. Message
after message, signed, not with a name, just C . Sexy texts,
loving words, but more recently begging messages, which Ella noticed coincided
with the time of the ‘psycho’ incident, as she now called it.
She looked
at the phone in her hand. He was an intelligent man for goodness sake,
was he so confident that she would never look at his phone, not to delete
them? Did he spend evenings when he wasn’t with C rereading
them?
Ella tried
to get a grip on how she felt. Upset? Devastated? No, more like empty.
She heard the shower water switch off. Not long before she had to deal
with him. She stirred the curry she had made on the stove.
~~~~
Tears fell
and hit her pillow. After a little back peddling, Jeff had finally
admitted that he had gotten involved with Claire from work. He had
insisted that when he had heard that Ella nearly died at the hands of a psycho,
he had realised that he loved her, not Claire.
They had
argued, cried, sulked and then ended up in bed together. That was the
situation now, Jeff sleeping and Ella realising that even the make-up sex did
not help. She felt emptier than ever. She now knew, one hundred per
cent, that her relationship with Jeff was over.
She heard
her phone vibrate and quickly picked it up off her side table, checking to see
that Jeff hadn’t been disturbed.
“Hello,
ssshhhh. Did I wake you up?” Daniel slurred down the phone.
Her heart
lifted. She whispered, conscious of Jeff next to her. “No.”
“Sshhh.
Why are you whispering?” Daniel whispered back. “Oh, have you
got someone in bed with you, ssshhh?”
Ella smiled
to herself, Daniel was drunk. “Yes I have.”
“Oh.”
She heard the slight disappointment in Daniel’s reply.
Alcohol made
him bolder. “Ella?”
“Yes
Daniel?”
“I would
like you in my bed.”
Her heart squeezed,
she would like to be in his bed too.
“Do you know
what I would do with you if you were? It wouldn’t involve sleeping. I
would…”
A blush rose
on her cheeks, it was her time to say, “Sshh! Daniel go to bed now.
I will see you very soon.”
“Great, I’m
looking forward to seeing you. I love you Ella.” He put the phone
down.
“I love you
too,” she whispered at the dialling tone, clutching the phone to her chest.
Chapter
23
Ella rolled
her shoulders after she hung her dress in the wardrobe. Nearly another
week following Daniel around, recording his life was over, only a couple of
weeks to go now. Then she would have to work out what she was going to do
with her life.
On the
journey back, in the back of the vehicle that Daniel had sent for her, she
contemplated everything that had happened to her recently, how her life had
changed.
After lots
of discussions and tears, between her and Jeff, they had decided to go their
separate ways. It was more her than him, he seemed to
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