Check, Please?

Chapter 17

“Tell me allllll about it,” I said as sarcastically as I could all the while balancing my phone on my shoulder and trying to wash dishes in the sink at the same time.  Harry and I bought takeout the night before from my favorite Chinese restaurant in the city and had a candlelit dinner in the apartment.   It was nothing too romantic… almost cheesy if you ask me, but I loved it.  It seemed like that was how I would end up feeling about most everything we would do would – it would be cheesy and yet I would love it.  I was washing the dishes we used from the night before as quietly as I could as to not wake Harry.

Anna returned from her honeymoon and was gushing with every tiny detail about the places she and Tim went (which she paid for), the things they did (which she paid for), and the expensive foods they tried (can you guess who paid for those?).

“Tim bought me a shirt.  I love it.  On the front it says, ‘Someone who loves me bought me this shirt in Cancun.’  Isn’t that the cutest?!” Anna screeched over the phone.

I groaned. “Ann, they make those in like every country.  It’s nothing special.”

“Well damn, Scotty, you could at least pretend to be excited.”

“I’ll be excited the day you find a real man who actually wears the pants in the relationship.” I giggled though I was being completely serious. 

Anna huffed on the other end. “Well what did you do this week? Who’d you fuck?”

I laughed. “Louis.”

“Louis Louis?!”

I laughed again and looked at the hallway to make sure Harry wasn’t near by. “Yes, Louis Louis.  I think I split his lip open though.  I kinda feel bad but he was being rough as ever.  I couldn’t help it that his lip was in my mouth when he slammed into me.”

Anna moaned. “You are so lucky.  I swear, he can be the sexiest thing… I would fuck him so hard-“

“Anna...” I cut her off. “You’re married.”

She chuckled, and I knew that if she was standing next to me she would have swatted me playfully. “That doesn’t mean much.  How was the Calvin Klein shoot?”

“Fine,” I answered shortly.  Christina popped into my head, her nasty naked body rubbing all over Harry’s back.

“Well that’s good.  How was the reunion?”

I grumbled. “A disaster. Therese managed to find my wrecked Volvo and mentally fucked me up for a few days-“

“WHAT?!”

I nearly dropped the phone into the sink.  When I caught it in my soapy hands, I slapped the faucet off and stepped away from the sink. “Jesus, you don’t have to be so loud!”

“THAT BITCH DID WHAT?!” Anna screamed again, ignoring my annoyance toward her volume level.

“Talk to Harry about it, I’m not getting into detail.”

Anna stuttered on the other end, trying to contain her questions for Harry.  I could tell she was struggling. “Well what the hell else happened while I was gone?!”

I bit my lip. “Harry and I are together.”

“Right now?”

I frowned.  “Yes.”

“Well what are you doing?”

I leaned against the island in the kitchen and shook my head. “No, we’re together.”