Something Great (Sequel to Something Borrowed)

Chapter 30: Who Do You Think You Are?

Michael

Things have gone from bad to worse since my one night stand with Eva. I thought that after having breakfast with her I’d leave her apartment and never hear or see of her again. But boy was I wrong.  This woman saved her number in my cell phone and evidently saved mine in hers. She called me as soon I got back to my apartment to “see that I got home safely.” And that was just the beginning. Since that drunken night she’s called me EVERY day! Eva was such a pain in the ass! And did I forget to mention that she’s insane???  I really want and need to get rid of her but I don’t know how and as much as I hate to admit it; it doesn’t look like it’s happening anytime soon. I guess that’s what I get for getting drunk.

“Daddy!! Sailor is hogging the TV!!!!” Emma whined from the living room. It was my weekend to keep the girls. This had been a routine for the past nine months Rowan, Emma and Sailor packed their bags every other weekend and came to stay with me. They could be a lot to handle at times and I still hadn’t gotten used to caring for them on my own. I now had to cook for them, make sure they got to bed on time, brush their hair- things hadn’t done while Brooke and I were married.

 
“Sailor be nice! And it’s time to cut off the TV anyway. Dinner is almost ready.” I replied as I took the pan of baked chicken out of the oven. Brooke did most of the cooking when we were married but having the girls over for weekends allowed me to perfect my culinary skills. I must say, I’m a pretty good cook.  I grabbed a few plates from the cupboard and proceeded to set the table. “Dinner is ready girls!” I called once everything was in order. A few minutes later my daughters came trudging into the kitchen and took their places at the table.  I took my seat at the head of the table.  “Row, do you mind saying grace?” I asked my eldest daughter.  She sighed. “I really don’t want to.”  She replied. Rowan could be pretty apathetic whenever she came over. I think she was mad about the divorce.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” I replied. But before anyone could close their eyes or bow their heads there was a loud knock on the door. That was strange. I’d been living in this apartment for a little more than a year and I hadn’t had any visitors.  Suddenly suspicion arose in me. My heart sank. Please don’t let it be who I think it is.

“Uh, sit tight girls. I’m going to see who’s at the door.” I spoke as I reluctantly rose from the table. I slowly approached the door hoping the hunch I was getting was all wrong. I turned the metal knob and to me dismay was met with the face of a very gorgeous, yet very insane woman. Damn it!! I knew it! “Hi Papi!!!” She greeted me loudly in her thick accent. I cringed. Her voice was very annoying. “Hi!” I spoke with artificial enthusiasm. I was beyond annoyed and creep out. I haven’t even told Eva where I live and yet she shows up at my place. This woman scares me.

Eva stood there, smiling creepily at me. “Well, aren’t you going to let me in?” She questioned. Am I going to let her in? Hell no! My kids are inside and there’s no way I’m letting her around them. “Um, how did you find where I live Eva?” I replied returning her question with one of my own. Eva smiled. “Your check book, duh!!!” The mad woman replied matter-of factly. Eva sure has a sneaky way of find out people’s personal information. I bet she even knows my social security number. Eva places a manicured hand on my cheek. “It’s been so long since, I’ve seen you Michael. I thought I’d stop by and we could do something together.” She declared. Well, you thought wrong love. I sighed. “I can’t. Maybe some other night?” I asked trying my hardest to sound disappointed. Eva pouted.  “Well at least let me come in and see your place” She replied as she slowly moved me out of the door way in an attempt to get inside. Damn!! She‘s so persistent. I was going to be very hard to get rid of Eva. It was obvious she wasn’t going anywhere. Looks like I’ll have to bite the bullet.