The Year I Went Pear-Shaped by Tamara Pitelen

Author:Tamara Pitelen [Pitelen, Tamara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary, Romance, Fiction, Cupcakes, Relationships, Weight Loss, Country, Career, Industry, Crush, Soap Star, Television, Soap Opera, Secret, Happiness, BBW, Insanity, Heavy, Story
Goodreads: 26008784
Publisher: Tamara Pitelen
Published: 2015-07-27T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26: Mad About the Boy

The next morning Gordon woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. His head was pounding and his mouth felt like a small animal had died there thanks to at least two bottles of Tim and Sonya’s Hunter Valley booty. He checked the clock. 10.30am. ‘Who the hell phones on Saturday before midday?’ He grumbled to himself, reaching over for the phone on his bedside table.

“Hello, Gordon speaking.”

There was a pause at the other end of the line.

“Hi Gordon. It’s me.”

“Sorry? Who’s me? I don’t recognise the voice, it’s a bad line.”

“You know who I am Gordon. We’re soul mates, remember?”

A cold shiver ran up Gordon’s spine. He swallowed.

“Who the hell is this?”

“Gordon!” She chided. “Stop playing games, you know it’s me. The woman whose been writing you letters for about three years now, I’ve told you my whole life story in those letters, you know everything about me and you know that I love you.”

“Ok, listen to me,” Gordon said coldly. “I do not want you to call me or write to me ever again. Do you understand?”

The woman laughed.

“Oh dear Gordon, I’m going to have to punish you for that. I really wish you hadn’t pushed me that far but you’ve got to know I’m serious. There’s something else I need to tell you as well, I keep seeing you in the paper going to some party or bar with that little magazine slut. That’s going to have to stop Gordon...”

But Gordon didn’t hear what else she had to say because he’d hung up the phone. He stared at it for a moment. His hands were shaking and a bead of sweat snaked down his forehead. The phone rang again. He picked it up and slammed it back down. Picking it up again, he slammed it back into the cradle over and over again.

“Fuck off! Fuck off! Fuck off!”

Finally, taking a deep breath, he lifted the receiver again, and dialled 000.

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