nd and kiss it. He shifts,
flexing his hips forward, but stays asleep.
I sit up and gaze at him again. Oh Fifty, Fifty, Fifty . . . what am I going to do
with you? I brush my fingers through his hair. It’s so soft. I lean down and kiss
his temple.
“I love you, Christian. Even when you’re drunk and you’ve been out God
knows where, I love you. I’ll always love you.”
“Hmmm,” he murmurs. I kiss his temple once more, then get off the bed, and
cover him up with the spare duvet. I can sleep beside him, sideways across
the bed . . . yes, I’ll do that.
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First I’ll sort out his clothes, though. I shake my head and pick up his socks
and tie, and fold his jacket over my arm. As I do, his BlackBerry falls to the
floor. I pick it up and inadvertently unlock it. It opens on the texts screen. I can
see my text, and above it, another. Fuck. My scalp prickles.
*It was good to see you. I understand now.
Don’t fret. You’ll make a wonderful father.*
It’s from her. Mrs. Elena Bitch Troll Robinson. Shit. That’s where he went.
He’s been to see her.
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