The wife and the mistress

screw loose

Audrey's pov

"I'm so fancy-you already know-im in the fast lane-from LA to tokyo" I sang out the lyrics to 'fancy' by iggy azalea whilst making myself a home cooked dinner sinc ei haven't had one in a while.

Life is finally going great, Andre has been gone for about two weeks now. He kept to his promise of calling me every morning and night.

I think him being a rebound to get over Adam is really working, I barely think of Adam and find myself thinking more of Andre. I got to know more of him during these two weeks through video calling and texts there and there.

They're still filming and he'll be back in two months, everyone is staying longer than intended, turns out the director as well as the scriptwriter and the producers made some changes to the scenes that'll be shot in Wales and London.

As for Nicky, she's been out of my hair. I barely even saw her, and when I did, she and I would give each other the same look.

She's also been weird, as in ignoring her calls whenever I'm around, hanging up when I come in the room and basically taking medication at certain times.

I know it's not as weird as it sounds, but her aura has definitely changed. She even seems happier than ever. But whatever it is, it's not of my concern.

Speaking of concern, I haven't really spoken to either Isha nor Jessica since I came back two weeks ago.

They are both not taking my calls or just briefly telling me they're busy, I'm so concerned about them. They seem so distant from me.

I really hope I haven't done anything to upset them.

"I don't fatty food, and you know that!" Nicky strolled in the kitchen complaining as always.

I peeked at her over my shoulder and shrugged.

I heard the refrigerator door open and close, and i guess she's making a sandwich or salad.

Rabbit food...yuck.

"I really should call my Andre," she blurted it as if taunting me whilst I just smirked at her.

She's so annoying, I honestly can't wait for her to just give birth and move out, hopefully, when the baby turns a year old.

If Andre and I work out, I will help raise his baby, and Nicky can visit anytime just as long as she doesn't stay with us.

I know, the baby is not mine, but I just can't stand its mother.

I heard Andre's tired voice from across the kitchen. It seems she really did call him.

She looked up at me, then leaned forward, showing him her cleavage through video call, and I rolled my eyes.

"Andre, the baby misses its daddy,"Nicky said. Then her hand caressed her belly, and I heard a faint chuckle from Andre.

OK...it's not supposed to annoy me that he found her actions rather funny, Why'd he have to chuckle at that. Humph.

I decided to tune out Andre and Nicky's baby talk.

Finally, my food was ready, so I started to messily build my chicken shwarma.

After that, I poured myself a glass of orange juice, I'm surprisingly not craving any wine today.

I went upstairs to Andre's room, which I've been occupying for the past two weeks now.

Nicky has never seen me in here since I barely saw her, but I know that once she does, she'll go berserk.

I settled in the middle of the bed and tuned to watch a movie on an illegal movie site since I forgot Andre's Prime and netflix password, and u don't feel like asking him.
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"Why are you sleeping in my boyfriend's bed!!" I jolted up awake as a yell from a very angry person scared me from my sleep.

I rubbed my hand through my face and then faced the she-devil whose face was now red and smoke was coming out of her nostrils and ears.

I continued to look at her, and I know by doing this, she's bound to get agitated because I'm not saying anything.

"Leave.my boyfriend's.room," Nicky emphasized every word she said.

What, boyfriend? She's so delusional.

"You and Andre have broken up, he's not yours anymore," I said, then got up out of bed to take the plate and glass. I had my meal back downstairs to the kitchen.

Nicky followed hot on my tail.

"What do you mean we've broken up?" She asked, her voice high pitched in alarm.

"Andre and I are trying things. You know this. Don't act dumb with me," I said, then grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and returned to Andre's room.

And yes, Nicky was still following behind as if she were my maid.

I abruptly turned to face because she was getting on my nerves.

This is so childish, I can't believe I'm dealing with her this late at night.

I don't even know what time it is now, but since I slept, I'm sure it's very late in the night, and Ansre hasn't called me yet.

Strange. He usually calls me late at night, and today, I received no call from him.

"Nicky, just stop. Please go!" I didn't mean to yell but...I did.

Now now I didn't mean to yell at her, especially since she's pregnant and emotions are running high right now but I'm just so tired, she woke me up from my beautiful sleep and continues to annoy me.

Nicky held my wrist rather harsh, her green nails clawing my skin but not too much.

"Andre didn't break up with me, so think again missus" she said then went back downstairs whilst I slowly and lazily made my way to Andre's room, my eyes drifted to the door of my room and a faint smile made its way over to lips.

Once upon a time, Andre and I were strictly husband and no with no relationship, slowly became friends and now kind of lovers.

I can't believe he hasn't called yet. Shaking the thought of him off of my mind, I drifted back to sleep once I got under the covers.

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