"Elise-Babe" ....He makes me cringe

I blocked Bradley's emails on Friday. I couldn't be bothered to deal with his behaviour. I didn't tell Solicitor about his last email. I didn't see the need to. As far as I was concerned Bradley was out of my life for good.

I was wrong.

Bimbo and I met up on Saturday for a shopping spree. We spent over an hour in Mother Care looking at baby clothes. Bimbo looks amazing. When people say pregnant women glow, they're not kidding. Her eyes have a peaceful sparkle. Her bump is starting show and she can't stop touching it.

As we were leaving the store I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Elise-Babe!"

Bradley was standing three feet away from us. He leaned over and kissed Bimbo on the cheek.

"Wow, you look amazing. Congratulations!"

Bimbo, being a naturally friendly person, giggled appreciatively and began asking him questions about his life. I stood by and tried to look as disinterested as possible. Inside I was fuming! My imagination started running wild.

Maybe he was purposely waiting around to see me. Oh my God! I'm being stalked! What does he want? Maybe he's wants the Cold Play CD back. He'd forgotten it at my place. Well he can have it back. I don't like Cold Play anyway.

"Elise-Babe?" He touched my shoulder. I flinched.

"What?"

"Can I take you fine ladies out for lunch?"

Before I could say anything Bimbo stepped in.

"Yeah! That would be great. I'm so hungry. Want to go to Prezzo?"

For fuck's sake! You'd think that she'd realise that having lunch with my ex boyfriend is the last thing I wanted.

"No!" I practically shouted. People walking past gave me a strange look. Bimbo looked hurt.

"You don't like Prezzo?"

"No, I don't want to go to lunch with him!" Bradley sighed and slowly shook his head.

"Elise-Babe I thought we'd left things in the past. I've apologised what more do you want?" He turned and looked disappointedly at Bimbo. "I'm just trying to be friendly."

What an asshole! My hands began shaking. I wanted to hit him. Bimbo, finally understanding my anger, linked her arm through mine and began leading my away. She smiled goodbye at Bradley. I didn't bother looking at him.

I should have told Solicitor when I got back home. But I didn't. I didn't want to spoil our weekend with talk about my ex boyfriend. We ordered pizza and planned to chill out in front of the television all night. We were comfortably watching Pulp Fiction on dvd when my phone started ringing.

Withheld number.

I diverted the call and continued watching the film. Five minutes later it rang again. Solicitor paused the dvd and looked at my ringing phone.

"Aren't you going to answer it?"

I answered the phone.

"Elise-Babe! Miss you already."

I hung up. Where the fuck did he get my number? It started ringing again. This time Solicitor answered it. I could hear Bradley talking.

"Hey, you must be Elise's friend. Can you tell her that it’s a shame she couldn't stay for lunch today. I'll meet her for dinner tomorrow though."

Solicitor was angry.

"She won't be there. Don't ever think about calling her again." He hung up.

I knew what was coming. I knew I should have told him.

"You saw him today?" He slammed the phone down on the table. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

Solicitor went on a rant. He paced up and down the room swearing and shouting. Angry at me for not keeping him in the loop. Angry at Bradley for having the nerve to call me. Angry that Bradley had managed to get my phone number.

He’s still pissed off with me. I think he's slightly suspicious too. I don’t blame him. I should have told him.