Cheers To My Beautiful

Chapter 45: Digging Three Friends

Chelsea's standpoint

"This is exactly what I'm talking about. Andy is too eager to take things to the next level that he doesn't realize he isn't building the foundation of your relationship properly. He poured soil on the ground and now he wants to build just like that? It doesn't work that way. Talk to him, tell him to wait, and let you both work on your relationship on this level before moving to the next. If he doesn't want to listen, stand your ground and break up with him—"

"What!"

"Let me finish," she said with a chuckling tone. "Andy would never let you go so he would agree. Think about it, Chelsea, you work for him, you see him all day and then you come home to see him again? If you want to move in now, then quit your job and find another that doesn't concern him. I expect you to get another job soon so you won't be working for your boyfriend."

What she said made a lot of sense. I had all my eggs in one basket, all my life running in one circle. I work for him, he pays my bills and he still dates and sleeps with me. I realized then that I didn't have any independence, and nothing to boast about. Before you know he'll see me as a property, not the woman he loves.

"You're right," I gasped. "Andy is paying my bills—"

"And before you know it, it'll get into his head. He'll likely feel that the least you can do to appreciate him is do all he says,"

"Fuck, I need a new job!"

"Exactly," she said with a snap of her fingers. "So talk to him, tell him you can't move in now or for the next three months. If he really wants you to stay, then he'll let you be and manage the fact that he still sees you at work. Also, you said you don't work all the time, right? Get a side job so you won't be completely dependent on him and after working this month out, stop working for him."

"You are right," I agreed.

"Honeypies, I'm home!" Meredith singsonged, barging into the bedroom. "Who missed me?"

"Not me for sure," I groaned, wiggling my finger in my ear. I looked at what she was wearing. "Should I care why you are dressed like that?"

"Nope," she popped, flinging herself on the luxury ball chair I was sitting on before.

"So how was the interview? Did you get the job?" Autumn asked anxiously.

"Yes," Merrie grinned, "I got the job…" Autumn shrieked with delight, it meant Merrie would be staying.

"Congratulations," I smiled, not entirely sure what the joy was about.

"Don't congratulate me yet,"

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I will get fired within three months, it has always been like that. Aaron is going to want to fuck me and I would say "fuck your Mama" and then he would fire me." She shrugged.

"Wait, are you talking about the Aaron that I know? The quiet, almost cold-hearted best friend and eldest of Anderson's friends?" I asked, looking from one to the other. They nodded. "How come I didn't know he was the one you applied to work for?" They shrugged. It clicked immediately. The mischief Autumn was up to. I clicked my tongue. "Are you trying to play Cupid again?"

"Yes, and before you say it wouldn't work because of his past, I beg to differ. Aaron and Merrie would work out because my instinct says so. I don't know why but I just feel it in my bones and even my guts agree. Mordecai also assured me that he's into redheads. Merrie share with us how he reacted when he saw you,"