Guess Who I Pulled Last Night? by Nikki Ashton Read Free Book Online Page A

need to speak to Kerry about
her constant bad mood.  “Kerry, listen, don’t go off on one again, but
don’t you think that you should go and see the doctor?  It’s not right
that you are feeling so depressed all the time.”
    “Charlotte, don’t go on.  I had enough the other night
with Bets and Kelvin on at me.  I’m not depressed I’m a little fed up
that’s all.  Maybe I’m over tired, what with Esme teething.”
    “Maybe, but I still think you should go. It could be more to
do with the baby than you think.”  Charlotte winced slightly; she and Bets
had discussed the fact that Kerry may have some form of postnatal depression,
but until now hadn’t had the nerve to raise it with her.
    “What do you mean?”  Kerry asked, thrusting a hand to
her hip and frowning.
    “It’s just that you haven’t seemed yourself since you had
Esme.”  Kerry’s face was stony. “Look, all I’m saying is that we are all
worried about you; you just don’t seem yourself.  I think we should talk
about it another time maybe.”
    Kerry nodded, as she took a sip of her drink. “No, I don’t
think this is the time, or the place, thank you.”
    “So what have you done today then?” Charlotte asked,
desperate to change the subject.
    “Oh the usual, although I did see something funny on daytime
T.V. today.  There was a woman on one of the chat shows that was 26
stones.  Well, it turned out that she was a glamour model; apparently,
there is a big call for fat, naked women.  She makes an absolute fortune,
and her husband knows all about it.  I’m damn sure Kelvin wouldn’t let me
do that, not that I’d want to because I haven’t got the fat, the tattoos or the
long greasy hair.”  They both laughed, the previous dark moment forgotten.
    After a few second's silence, Charlotte decided to tell
Kerry about Grant.
    “I had a little visit from the past today,” she said.
    “Oh, what was that then?” Kerry moved her stool closer to
Charlotte’s.
    “Someone called Grant.”
    Charlotte had expected Kerry to be shocked, but she hadn’t expected
her to spit her wine all over the table.  She spent the next few minutes
explaining what had happened earlier that day.
    “But why did you feel it necessary to pretend that you were
engaged?”  Kerry reached out and rubbed Charlotte’s hand gently.
    “I don’t know, it does seem silly now.  I’m not really
sure he has much to do with Grant anyway, but if he does, hopefully Grant will
get the message that I’ve moved on.”
    “Charlotte, you don’t have to be engaged to someone else to
have moved on.  Think about what you have achieved since you off loaded
the dick head.”
    “I know; I know; I'm an idiot.  I’ll get us some more
drinks.”
    While was at the bar, Charlotte pondered what Kerry had said
about her achievements.
    “I think,” she said as she came back with the drinks. 
“I pretended that I was engaged because so many people measure achievements by
relationships.  You know what it’s like, people think that you are
successful if you are settled with a good partner, not whether you have got a
big car on the drive.”
    Kerry put an arm around Charlotte’s shoulder and hugged her
closer. “That’s silly, you know it isn’t true.  Everyone is proud of
you.  Look at me, what have I ever achieved in life?”
    Charlotte pulled away, and stared at Kerry in
amazement.  “You, you’ve got a good husband, a beautiful baby, a fantastic
house. You are a bilingual legal secretary for a goodness sake. I can’t always
speak proper English, never mind another language.  You have achieved
loads of things.”
    “I notice that my job was last on the list; anyway German
isn’t that difficult.  You’ve judged my success on the suitability of my
husband, and the attractiveness of my daughter isn’t that what you’ve just been
complaining that other people do?” Kerry laughed, but Charlotte sensed that she
didn’t really find it funny.
    “I’m