Resolution (Saviour #2)(38)
Although why anyone would want to spend time in that woman’s company is f*cking beyond me, or even get her pregnant for that matter, I shudder at the thought, grateful every day that I was too pissed to remember the night I f*cked her and made her pregnant. Anyways…Ava cancelled and I was pissed off, I went to work with the biggest sook on, planning on calling Alyssa or one of my many other f*ck buddies as I was now going to be at a loose end all weekend; I clear my schedule when I have Ava over, no work and definitely no women, but…I haven’t had a root in a couple of weeks so I might just tap one of my sure things tonight and maybe a different one tomorrow night, I might actually see if I can get Alyssa over tomorrow night with her mate, Kelly or Cally or whatever her name had been for a threesome, shame Jake wasn’t around, we had done some freaky shit with them two, really freaky shit, those two were wild and up for absof*ckinlutely anything; the last time we had all been together at Alyssa’s place, the girls had f*cked each other with a double header, while they let me and Jake f*ck them up the arse at the same time, the pair of them had screamed so loud, someone had banged on the front door and asked if everything was alright! I had thought at the time, that I was living the dream but when I think back to what we did with those girls that night now, I feel nothing, I don’t even get a twinge…I let out a big sigh and walk out to the family room and make myself a cup of coffee, it’s dire, instant shit…I must remember, when Ava gets better and I have a moment to myself, I will donate a descent coffee machine to the ward so no other parent has to drink this shit, I walk back to Ava’s bed and as I pull the curtain back, a young nurse is there writing something down on Ava’s charts, I panic.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“Yep, everything is fine, Dr Tan will speak to you tomorrow about slowly bringing her out of the coma, the swelling is nowhere near as bad as he thought and has gone down considerably and the small bleed that she had doesn’t seem to have done any damage but we won’t know for sure until we bring her round. I will leave it to the Dr to explain everything in detail tomorrow but that’s the plan. Do you have any questions?”
I shake my head, “No but thanks for letting me know, I, will, I need to go and see Lauren later, my partner, but I will wait till Ava’s Mum gets here, she will be okay won’t she? I won’t be gone long.”
“She will be fine, you really should go home and get some sleep. You will want to be awake when they bring her round.”
“I’m fine thanks.”
Go home and sleep, she’s kidding me, right?
I sit down on the arse numbing, back breaking chair and take a sip of the shithouse coffee. I can’t wait for Nina to get here so I can shoot back to the Alfred and see Lauren. Lauren, the love of my love. I’m not known for being a romantic but I am happy to stand up in front of anyone and declare my love for that woman and nobody is more surprised by that fact than I am.
Going back to September fourteenth, Zac had worked out I was pissed off about ten minutes after I had arrived at our office and had shouted at Michelle, our receptionist for the third time.
“Bro, chill out, stop shouting at the staff, what the f*ck is wrong with you this morning?”
I shrugged, he would only take the piss and tell me to go and spend the weekend getting laid if I told him Ava had cancelled, but oh well.
“Ava cancelled, Sophie’s sick so she wants to stay home and spend time with Nina, before the new baby comes but I’ve cleared my schedule and don’t know what to do with myself.”
“Well me and Coop are going for a few beers down Main street tonight, you’re welcome to come with, you’d be doing me a massive favour, Coop always wants to talk about work and shit and it gets boring after a while.”
Cooper shouted from his office, “I heard that, you cheeky cunt, I do not always talk about work. I only talk about work if we’ve run out of things to say about Gabe, which let’s face it, doesn’t happen often.”
Cooper’s lanky six foot frame appears in the doorway to his office. His space is bigger and separate from mine and Zac’s, Coop deals with contracts and planning and all the complicated shit and he complained that he couldn’t focus when Zac and I were both in the office at the same time, so we sectioned him off and gave him his own space.
“Come and have a beer with your big brothers tonight and then tomorrow morning you can come and help me and Zac gently persuade Frank Carroll to pay the money he still owes us.”
As much as they thought otherwise, I love my brothers and love spending time with them, so I pretend to think about it for a minute, “Yeah okay, let’s do it.”
We have a drink in a few different places and around nine o’clock we end up in our usual bar, which is packed and has a band playing old tunes; I grew up drinking in this place and know a lot of the staff and the regulars, as do my brothers, difference being, I’ve f*cked most of the female regulars, unlike my brothers, who are both very happily married and do not mess around on their wives. We have a few drinks and I talk to a few Sheila’s but there’s nobody in the house that’s taking my fancy tonight.
“Fuck, Jo Myer has just walked in, if I weren’t a married man I would so go there.”
Zac and I both laugh, comments like that are more Zac and my style, not something Cooper would usually say, but I totally got it; Jo owns the accountancy firm the looks after our tax affairs and she is f*cking smoking hot but for some reason has never fallen for my charms, no matter how many times I’ve hit on her, all she ever repeats is that she doesn’t mix business with pleasure. I look over Zac’s shoulder to where Jo is standing with some friends and my eyes are instantly drawn to the woman that she’s talking to; she has the most gorgeous red hair hanging way down her back, she is standing sideways on to me and I can’t really make out the rest of her through the crowd, as she is so short, I can see Jo leaning down slightly to talk to her, Jo is pretty tall for a woman and is obviously wearing heels tonight as she looks about five feet ten, her friend is only about five-three, five-four at the most. I have no idea why I am standing there trying to surmise on this woman’s height. Why the f*ck do I care how tall Jo’s mate is? But I do love the colour of her hair; I’ve always had a thing for redheads but don’t think I have ever had the pleasure of au naturel… To coin a phrase, their collars never matched their cuffs, if they had any cuffs that is!