Page 21 of Mr. Delicious
It had been awhile since I felt like this, and the rest helped. It was Sunday night and I could feel my brain working again. No longer was there a fog of darkness even though I was no closer to sorting out my debt situation. I was still waiting to hear about that loan and kind of had my fingers crossed I’d get it and everything would just work out. The quote I was given showed I’d have to pay a higher rate of interest because I already had so much debt, but it was something I’d do if I got the chance.
Stella came by last night and advised me against taking it, pointing out it would take me fifteen years to pay it all off. Nearly the same length of time as a mortgage.
I looked at the phone again and sat up on the sofa when the dots jumped again. This time my heart warmed at the thought that Mr. Delicious was thinking about me. A man like that.
Mr Delicious: Me too.
I texted back immediately.
Wren: You like Fashion Police?
Mr. Delicious: No. I’m lying I don’t know what that is. There’s an actual fashion police? I better make sure my socks match.
I started to laugh. Actually laughed from deep within. From the place that used to be me. The old Wren.
Wren: They’re not that strict. Your socks are fine.
Dots jumped and so did my heart.
Mr Delicious: Glad I pass. Enjoy your show and get some sleep.
Wren: I will.
Mr Delicious: Let me know if you need tomorrow off. Also, I ate all the chocolate chips, had to order more.
I laughed again. This guy was funny and gorgeous. It had to be a dream I was talking to him.
Wren: I will be in tomorrow, and don’t worry about the chocolate chips. Thank you so much for everything.
Mr Delicious: Anytime. Sweet Dreams…
Wren: And you.
No more dots. I calmed a little, but I couldn’t wait for tomorrow. To see him.
I’d get his name the minute I saw him. It was crazy I didn’t know it. I couldn’t call him Mr Delicious forever.
My phone rang and vibrated in my hands. It was Billy.
Great.Just when I was relishing in my fantasy.
I rejected the call then unlocked the phone so I could go to his number and block him.
Should have done that days ago too, but this was the first time he’d called.
A voice message came through, but I deleted it. There was nothing that man had to say that I wanted to hear.
Except for sending me a check for what he owed.
The next time I spoke to him was going to be in the presence of the attorney I would get as soon as I was able to afford one.
I planned to sue Billy’s ass for all the shit he put me through. His fraud and whatever else I could sue for. Stress and inconvenience.
Couldn’t do it now as much as I would have loved to, but it was in the plans.
No way was he getting away with what he did to me. No way.
He’d pay one way or another.
Until then I just had to survive.
