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foot
against the table leg, eying him over the rim of my glass. “I
haven’t had a good shag in six months.” I blurted out all in one
go.
    Brad nodded
slowly and sat back in the booth. “That’s not that long, Vic.
People have gone longer, much longer.”
    I made a face,
huffed and crossed my arms over my chest, somewhat petulantly. “It
is for me especially when the last shag you had was one of the
best.”
    “Me and my
girlfriend didn’t have sex very often; she was more into other
things.” He shifted again and even blushed a little. Even with the
cake layer of tan on his face, I could tell. “And well, I wanted
the sex and she wanted the other things, many other things. I guess
that’s why she cheated on me.”
    “That’s no
reason to cheat, buddy.” And it fucking well wasn’t. People these
days got right on my tits.
    Now, he
snorted but said nothing. We sat in silence until he shifted in his
seat again. His manicured tipped fingers tapped softly on the edge
of the table. “Were you hurt by someone recently?”
    “Hurt?” I blew
out a breath. “Me?” I patted my chest and shook my head.
“Never,”
    The way Brad
looked at me made me now shift in my seat. Suddenly, he looked
older and wiser and damn right inquisitive. “Denial,” He said
simply.
    Was I really
that transparent?
    I was a
fucking liar is what I was.
    “You’re
right.” I gave in and slumped in my seat. I gripped my glass in my
hand and ran my fingers down the side of it, back and fourth, up
and down. “I got so hurt, I cried for God sake. Me, Victoria
Jennings cried over a man.” I slammed my hand down on the table
again. “I cried over a man.” I admitted this huge statement
a little quieter this time. “I think about him all the time, the
fucker. I want to thump him one minute with my shoe then love him
the next minute. I want him between my legs then I never want to
see his,” I groaned and slapped my hands over my face. “Gorgeous
face again.” and Sebastian was gorgeous, there was no doubt about
it.
    “Oh shit.”
    “Yeah,” I
nodded and whimpered, pouting a little as well. “Oh shit.”
    “Do you know
what the best thing for a broken heart is?”
    I looked up at
Brad; his brown eyes were filled with a little pity and some
understanding. I sighed whilst sitting back against the seat.
“Nope,” I said with a pop.
    “More
alcohol,”
    Best idea I’ve
heard all night. “Line em’ up, cowboy,”

Chapter
Four
    Humph.
    Today was just
not my day.
    It started
with my alarm clock not working because my electric had run out
therefore nothing electrical worked . Duh, of course not. The
only reason I woke up was because my neighbour Mr. Jones thought it
was a good idea to start his home redecoration at seven o’clock in
the pigging morning.
    Normally, I
would have been out of bed at that time and in the shower or
burning toast as I got ready for work.
    Of course,
this morning I wasn’t.
    The moment I
woke up, I knew something was wrong. I fished the phone off my side
table and screamed when I saw the time. I practically fell out of
the bed and then tripped over last nights heels that I hadn’t put
away. I kicked them aside and quickly scrabbled through my wardrobe
wondering what the hell I was supposed to wear and found
practically nothing because being the lazy shit that I was, I
didn’t do my washing yesterday like I was supposed to.
    Instead last
night, I’d gone out with the idea in mind to get laid but that
didn’t happen. In return, I met Brad who became my new BFF. Proper
nice guy that Brad. After I’d gotten home, I’d obviously stripped
out of my clothing, dumping them all on the floor then collapsed in
bed.
    So, I stood in
front of my wardrobe with my head in my hands and cried pitifully
at the scraps of what I had left which was a leopard print
sleeveless shirt that was totally inappropriate for December in
London and another skirt that I had to fight with the devil to get
into. I snatched both items