𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭

~𝐌 & 𝐌~

"If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain;" ― Emily Dickinson ( Writer of Hope is the thing with feathers)

~𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤~

There's a fine line between attraction and lust neither of which I am ever sure of, With relationships I find them boring and rushed. My last relationship gave me Ash and don't get me wrong I would endure it all again to have him, but at what cost? I still trace the scars believing if I did something differently I would have never had stood near the monster I once called my husband.

My mind achingly repeats last night's events, what the actual fuck ..... I mean I know I was drunk but if we both hate each other it could affect both of our businesses.

My Mind replays Russo's aggressive conversation on politics and other issues with his family's company. Russo was one of my past clients so meeting him at the club was no surprise for me, especially if he knew Grey.

I feel two small warm hands tap my face "mamma" Ash whispers, "mamma are you awake?" he says lifting my eyelid.

"Yeah" I say following with a sigh, I pick him up so he's in the air then drop him softly in the duvet, I tickle him until the whole apartment fills with laughter. I slide to the edge of the bed and place my feet on the cold white tiles, I hear the phone ding I groan in annoyance and place my head in my hands before grabbing my phone and scrolling through my new messages. Great, 10 messages from Blake, 28 from the Campbell group, and 12 messages of demands from Jacqueline, 'what a lovely way to start a Sunday.'

I purposely scroll past them all until I see a message from an 'old friend'

Celia: coffee at 4:00?

Of all people, I would never expect Celia to message me which is probably more of a reason to ignore it. But before I contemplate this I already reply. I pick up Ash and walk up to the bathroom and place him on the sink side and hand him his brush and toothpaste, we both start brushing our teeth at the same time, I stare at myself in the mirror while Ash stares at me.

By the time we have finished getting ready, I've already planned out on we're me and Ash are going, "mamma where are we going?"Ash says slightly turning his head, "It's a surprise" I say in a low tone.

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Once we arrive I groan digging my nails into the steering wheel hearing my phone vibrate again, "Mama can you tell me where we are now" Ash says breaking the silence.

I get out and open Ash's door, "we here now bear" from the minute I met Ash his name was already chosen by the pathetic man I refuse to call his dad, Ash was named after my husband's Grandfather, Ashton.

We start walking towards the M&M store, Ash has always wanted to go here since we arrived in New York. The minute the store logo came into view Ash gasped and started tugging at my jacket. "Mam-" Ash says cutting himself off as I take a sharp turn into the store. He looks at the massive blue M&M statue mesmerised. I set him down and he runs towards it squealing and slightly jumping.

I grab a basket having the feeling he might want more than one thing than here, who am I kidding I know he would probably would want everything. We start in the treat aisle because Ash is running to the closest M&M bag he can find. He picks up a blue crispy M&M bag and looks up at me with shy eyes "Mamma ?" he asks quietly, I nod and he brings the huge bag struggling to carry it with his small hands to the basket, he drops the bag in the basket and his face cringes hearing the M&M's drop. I chuckle lightly as he runs to find more chocolate.

My eyes scan the ridiculous amount of weird colourful flavours, I pick up the bags that stand out with the obscure flavours, the birthday cake and the mint. I get carried away and pick up an extra 3 family-sized bags then I grab Ash's small hand and we walk towards the clothes isle. I grab the green small M&M hat and place it on Ash's head squashing his curls, I grab another one so we're matching. After an hour of customising our M&M's and sorting through the pick a mix , we reach the till, the lady was nice and gave us free bags since we spent over 100 dollars, I had 3 bags and a tired child. God, how am I gonna get to the car?

I laugh seeing Ash cling to my leg, I hold my bags on one arm and have Ash cling to my hip.

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I get home and let Ash play with all of his new trinkets and toys as I get ready to meet with Celia. I had a feeling this was more of a business meeting than just a get together so I went with a black blazer and a turtle neck paired with boot cut dress pants and Valentino heels with a thin gold Swarovski necklace.

I say goodbye to Nina and Ash and start to drive to one of the most exclusive restaurants in New York, Le Bernardin, few only get in every year which is why so many people want to go but it's also a social hot spot that's free for the rich and powerful to book out.

The last memory i have of Celia was me holding a gun to her head while it rained outside of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. So it would be fair of her to call me over to get 'even' with me. Let's just say I didnt have the best greeting with her the first time we met, but the only reason I meeting with her now is to settle my affairs, it's better doing it now so me or Ash wouldn't have to deal with the consequences in the future.

I feel the burn of my nails digging it's way into my palm while I feel my face flush up and eyes threatening to show weakness, I try to remember the reason I am here which is Ash. I never needed anyone before and I don't need anyone now. My muscles relax feeling the cold metal of the door handle. I get out of car and I clutch my latest 10 grand purchase , my new saint Laurent bag. I might be sad but I'm one rich bitch.

I enter the building climbing the 2 flights of stairs.

"Its good to see you Mrs Bianchi"

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