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Why was l doing this?

I put down the phone but a growl from beside me reminded me why. Carly. I turned and looked at her. Being Carly she had somehow managed to find the phone number of the one man l had sworn never to talk to. Yet here l was about to call him and beg for his help.

Fantastic. Fabulous. Just great.

She eyed me and the phone and raised a single eyebrow. Perhaps l could distract her.

"Only the devil can do that" l said.

"Do what?", she asked eyeing me in a shrewd, calculating way.

"Raise a single eyebrow." I proclaimed.

"But l can do it" she pointed out.

"My point exactly".

She sighed before saying "Look are you going to call him or spend the rest of the day trying and failing to engage me in a battle of wits."

Her eye roll was perfectly timed with the hair flip and l felt jealousy creep up on me. She had always been the better actress of the two of us. Even had the looks to match it.

I sighed and dialed his phone number all the while my heart racing and my pulse skyrocketing. I would just like to clarify that this wasn't totally my idea and whatever comes next is not my fault. True l had been the one who had blabbered this guys' name but it had been a subconscious act. Surely that didn't count. Right?

I entered his number and tapped call and watched it dial. All the while my stomach flipping over and over like clothes in a laundry machine. The silence that settled over the room was only broken by the occasional beep of the phone.

Beep.

What am l doing?

Beep.

Christ this a dumb idea.

Beeeep.

That's it. I'm ending this call.

I raised my thumb to cancel the call when a deep male voice broke the silence." Hello?"

The voice sounded sleepy and pissed off.

Had he been...um..working?

I cleared my throat and glanced at Carly before asking"Um..hello? I'm looking for Mr Cummings. "

There was a pause before the voice replied, sending hopes l didn't know l harboured crashing. "He's dead."

I could feel the tears coming on and sniffed whilst looking at Carly. She grimaced and shrugged. I'm doomed. I sniffed once more and a sob escaped my lips. Its like l'm always crying these days.

The person on the other end of the line must have heard my quiet sob because l heard a sigh and he reluctantly and softly asked, " What do you need him for?"

Being the dumb emotional bitch l have been reduced too, l teared up over the fact that he had cared enough to ask.

"I'm currently facing troubles in life and l thought he might be able to make it go away. For a time anyways." Cody might have saved me the trouble of waiting for a divorce but l doubt if anything could put me past my heartbreak.

Suddenly the voice replied now cold, uncaring and brutally savage " A quick fuck won't make your life any better or solve the problems. Go to a fucking therapist or a life coach and get help. Consider this constructive criticism. Now stop bothering me."

A click announced the end of the call. The tight, strained leash on my anger snapped and l dialed recall. The moment the call line opened l vented it on him.

How dare he!

"Look mister, l don't know who or what you think you are but let me tell you a few things about me so you can give your constructive criticism. I have just recently discovered that my husband of five fucking years has been cheating on me with a silicone tit bitch. And now that l want a divorce the fucked up government can't grant it because they think I'll go suicidal. Yet nineteen years ago they granted my parents a divorce and my mother blew her brains all over the kitchen unit and floor while l watched. Do you know how that made me feel?. Watching your mother die and now having to go through the same fucked up messy divorce. Wondering each and every day whether or not l'm going to end up like her. It doesn't matter what l wanted to do with Cody, maybe l wanted to fuck his brains out and ride him till he faints! And when he wakes up do that over and over again. Would you blame me? Fuck you! Fuck your feelings. Fuck your bigoted ego and...and your sexy voice."

I was crumbling, l could tell from the way Carly was eyeing me that she was shocked and scared. No one knew these things. Not even Richard. I guess its easier to tell a stranger.

Yet the only coherent thought my brain managed to give me was: when had l thought his voice was sexy?

"Just remember this next time you wanna give your constructive criticism that l, Francine Mills don't fucking need it!" I took a deep breath and swallowed back tears, instantly clogging my throat. I felt decidedly better with that load put off my chest.

Maybe l should take up a violent sport to help me get more of this load off my chest. 

The man l had been talking to cleared his throat and hesitantly asked"You're Francine Mills? "

The wind entirely gone from my sails l dejectedly responded "Yeah, think my name needs more of your constructive criticism?"

It was a petty but l'm going through a messy divorce. Don't judge me.

"Quite the contrary, no. I do think that l owe you an apology though. How about we meet up somewhere so l can apologize and introduce myself?" He drawled in his deep voice.

I looked at Carly and when she nodded l responded " Sure, is Ingredients for Love suitable for you?"

There was a slight pause and the man replied " Sure, why not."

I was about to end the call when l suddenly remembered that l didn't know his name. "Wait! What's your name?" I inquired.

The man remained silent for a moment and l checked to see if the call had not ended.

Nope. Fucked up motherfucker was still on the line.

He's acting as if it's a big decision to give me his name.

Egoistic weirdo with bad attitude problem.

"My name is Cody Cummings and it will be a pleasure to see you again, Francine." The line went dead.

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