Page 39 of Molly: Part One
“Sorry,” he pouts making me smack him gently on his chest.
“I’m warning you now that we will be having a conversation about what is going on here.”
“Molls, do I need to give you a sex ed lesson. It’s called an erection, men get them when they are turned on or first thing in the morning…” I put my hand over his mouth.
“That is not what I am talking about you little shit.” I wave my hand between us. “I’m talking about what has been going on between us. We will be talking but I need to get my head together and so do you because from seeing how drunk you were last night my guess is you feel like shit this morning.”
“I’ve felt better and my face is killing.”
“Well that’s what happen when you get in to a fight with two dickheads.”
‘Uh…” he sucks in a breath as if he’s remembering, “Max.”
“Yes Max, but don’t worry you left them both in a worse state than you’re in right now. I don’t think they’ll be bothering me again.”
“Okay so, I’m sorry to ask because based on some of the things you just said I’m thinking nothing, but why am I in your bed, what happened?”
“If you mean did anything happen between us then you’re correct the answer is nothing. By the time the taxi dropped us off you could barely walk, I was not going to attempt to get you up two flights of stairs to your bed. So I got you in here, got you undressed and -”
“I bet you did you dirty bitch, get a good look did you?” Ryan says with a smirk.
“Fuck off or I’m never going to look after you again. I could have left you in a heap in the hallway, stop pissing about. I got you in bed without copping a feel, I might add, then cleaned you up and got some ice for your face to try to stop it being too ugly this morning.”
“I’m sorry, thank you for looking after me.”
“It was the least I could do after you took them out for me. Thank you. Right come on, let’s get up I got stuff I want to do.”
“I don’t think I can yet, I feel like shit. Can I stay here a while?”
“Yes, just promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“Please don’t relieve your little problem in my bed!” I say trying not to laugh.
“Very funny, I’ll have you know there is nothing little about it. Now leave me in peace woman!”
A few hours later I find myself sat on a bar stool in Cocoa’s chatting to Megan while she finishes up for the day. I spent a couple of hours upstairs making plans for what I need to do this week and looking at the projects I have at the moment before coming down to get Megan’s opinion on my situation with Ryan. I watch as she goes over to lock up the doors and comes to join me, where her coffee is waiting. She groans as she sits down.
“Long day?”
“Yes, and not helped by the hangover which, by the way, you are totally to blame for!” she says whilst pointing at me.
“Sorry, tell me if I’m wrong but I’m pretty sure at some point yesterday you told me you wanted to get wasted because you haven’t in so long!”
“Na, don’t recall that!” she says with a laugh. “So, I have this weird feeling that you are here because you want to talk about something or should I say someone from last night.” Megan tilts her head to the side and raises her eyebrow.
“Yeah alright, no need to be so smug.” I tell her about the fight she missed after we left, what happened when we got home and then this morning. She listens to everything and nods in all the right places.
“Okay, I think this conversation is going to take longer than I have got. James is going out this evening so I need to be back for Oscar. Do you want to follow me back, we can order a takeaway and talk it all though.”
“Yes, that sounds awesome. I haven’t seen Oscar for ages, I bet he’s grown loads.”
Twenty minutes later I am following Megan into the flat she shares with her boyfriend James and their son.
“Mummy,” Oscar screams when he sees her.
She picks him up and kisses him. “Hey little man, have you had a good day with Daddy?” she asks.
