She takes the phone off me and I take a sip of my drink.
“Check out the fabulous shoulders on that guy at the bar,” Abbie smirks
I turn and look. “Hmm, not bad. Seven.”
“No way, nine,” she replies.
I smile as my eyes flick back to Bridget who is frowning at my phone.
“What?” I frown.
“How much is seven zeros?”
“Huh, what do you mean?” I ask.
“I think you have three million dollars in your account.”
I frown as I snatch my phone from her and I look at the screen. “Huh.”
Abbie snatches the phone from me. “Fuck off. No way. That’s thirty million.”
I look at the screen: $30 000 000. 00. What the hell is that?
“How many drinks have we had?” I stammer.
I scroll through to transactions:
Deposit$30 000 000. 00Stanton
“Fuck off, what’s that?” Abbie asks, wide-eyed.
I scull my drink and Abbie immediately puts her hand in the air to order another round.
My heart drops. “I’m guessing it’s my divorce settlement,” I whisper as my eyes fill with tears, and the finality of the situation sinks in. I don’t want his money, I want him.
“How long were you with him?” Abbie snaps.
“Three months,” I whisper as I stare at the screen.
“That’s ten million a month, that’s two and a half million a week.” Bridget frowns.
The waitress comes over and Abbie snaps. “We will have nine margaritas and do you have any cigars?” Bridget and I frown at her.
“Yes,” the waitress replies.
“We will have three cigars and a lighter please,” Abbie asks the waitress.
I raise my eyebrows at her in question.
“He’s a stupid fuck, let’s spend the lot,” Abbie sneers.
I sit with my head resting in my hands. What the hell.
I immediately text Joshua.
I don’t want your money.
A text bounces immediately back.
Liar
“Liar,” I snap. “He’s such an asshole. He’s calling me a liar because I said I don’t want his money.” The waitress arrives with our cigars and Abbie lights hers immediately.
“Oh get off it. What an idiot,” she tutts as she takes a drag of her cigar. “He could have broken my heart for a hundred grand.”
Bridget laughs out loud and chokes on her drink. “I would have done it for fifty.”
I text.
For what it’s worth, Joshua.
You will always be the love of my life.
“What are you texting?” Bridget tries to grab my phone from me. It beeps again.
Liar
If that was the case,
you would be here with me now.
I scull my drink and light my cigar as I try to think of a comeback. I’m not with you Joshua because I love you.
“What time is it in LA?” I ask the girls as I narrow my eyes.
“Um, it’s Friday night ten o’clock … so in LA it’s … fifteen hours behind us. Seven in the morning,” Bridget answers.
You know I would be with you if I could.
We want different things, Josh.
It doesn’t mean I don’t love you.
A message bounces back.