on?”
“I don’t know,” she says, shrugging again. “I just never shut it off, Tommy.”
“Obviously,” I snort. “You’re still getting calls and texts on the fuckin’ thing from your clients about appointments.”
“Well, I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t exactly give anyone notice that I was quitting,” she attempts, but I cut her off. “I have to…”
“Have you talked to any of them?”
“What?”
“You heard me, Callie. Have you talked to any of your clients since we got together?”
“Yeah, but…”
Immediately, my brain is flooded with images I’d rather not see. The same shit that kept me tossing and turning in my bed for years.
Before I can think, I blurt out my next question.
“Are you still taking clients?”
“What?” she asks as she rinses the last of the shampoo from her hair.
Her eyes pop open, but stay straight ahead. I’m not sure if she’s panicking or pissed.
“Are you still working, Callie? Have you fucked any of them?”
She turns her head slowly and when her eyes meet mine, she looks like she’s been slapped.
“Are you serious?” she asks, freezing in place as shock covers her face. “Are you asking me if I’ve been fucking other people behind your back, Tommy? Is that the fight we’re about to have?”
“Just answer the question, Callie!”
I don’t have time to register what’s happening until the massive bottle of shampoo she’s been holding is flying at my head.
“Fuck you, Tommy!” she screams, fury and hurt clouding her face. “How’s that for an answer? Fuck. You.”
I’m about to speak but this time, she cuts me off.
“Oh my God, you are such a fucking asshole! I fucking quit a job I love for you , I stay locked up in this fucking apartment for you , I come to your office every fucking day and fuck you on your lunch break,” she spits out, angrily shutting the water off and reaching for the towel on the hook.
“Don’t act like that’s just for me, sweetheart,” I counter, getting madder by the minute that she’s got the nerve to try and turn this shit around on me.
“Whatever! A hooker who loves sex, what a shocker, Tommy!” she throws her hands up in frustration and rolls her eyes at me. “That’s not my fucking point.”
“Then what is?” I ask her, folding my arms over my chest and fuming as I hold her infuriated eyes.
“My point is you knew walking into this that I’ve never been committed to anyone . I didn’t even want that shit before now, but I’m trying for you , Tommy. I have never lied to you, not once,” she grounds out. “I’ve been more honest with you than anyone in my life, but that doesn’t matter. You find a fucking phone that I didn’t shut off and without letting me explain myself you just automatically assume I’m fucking around on you?”
“Well, what the fuck do you expect me to think?” I shout. “I have no idea what the fuck you’re doing here all day while I’m at work. I woke up today and you were gone. You say you’re not doing anything wrong, but I find the fuckin’ thing hidden in your nightstand, Callie?”
“I told you where I was this morning and it wasn’t fucking hidden, Tommy!” she screams at me. “I threw it in there because after I quit, it wouldn’t stop going the fuck off! I had to text them back and refer them to someone else. I gave them zero notice and was booked for fucking months! What the hell did you think was gonna happen? You were just gonna talk me into a fucking relationship and everything else would just magically fall into place? Life doesn’t work that way, Tommy. I had to keep the phone on to refer them to other people. I made commitments to these people, baby. I can’t just shut the phone off and lock myself away from the world for you.”
“First of all, I never said you had to fucking lock yourself away, Cal,” I snap back at her. “Second, what about the commitment you made to me? If you haven’t been hiding anything from me, why the
“I don’t know,” she says, shrugging again. “I just never shut it off, Tommy.”
“Obviously,” I snort. “You’re still getting calls and texts on the fuckin’ thing from your clients about appointments.”
“Well, I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t exactly give anyone notice that I was quitting,” she attempts, but I cut her off. “I have to…”
“Have you talked to any of them?”
“What?”
“You heard me, Callie. Have you talked to any of your clients since we got together?”
“Yeah, but…”
Immediately, my brain is flooded with images I’d rather not see. The same shit that kept me tossing and turning in my bed for years.
Before I can think, I blurt out my next question.
“Are you still taking clients?”
“What?” she asks as she rinses the last of the shampoo from her hair.
Her eyes pop open, but stay straight ahead. I’m not sure if she’s panicking or pissed.
“Are you still working, Callie? Have you fucked any of them?”
She turns her head slowly and when her eyes meet mine, she looks like she’s been slapped.
“Are you serious?” she asks, freezing in place as shock covers her face. “Are you asking me if I’ve been fucking other people behind your back, Tommy? Is that the fight we’re about to have?”
“Just answer the question, Callie!”
I don’t have time to register what’s happening until the massive bottle of shampoo she’s been holding is flying at my head.
“Fuck you, Tommy!” she screams, fury and hurt clouding her face. “How’s that for an answer? Fuck. You.”
I’m about to speak but this time, she cuts me off.
“Oh my God, you are such a fucking asshole! I fucking quit a job I love for you , I stay locked up in this fucking apartment for you , I come to your office every fucking day and fuck you on your lunch break,” she spits out, angrily shutting the water off and reaching for the towel on the hook.
“Don’t act like that’s just for me, sweetheart,” I counter, getting madder by the minute that she’s got the nerve to try and turn this shit around on me.
“Whatever! A hooker who loves sex, what a shocker, Tommy!” she throws her hands up in frustration and rolls her eyes at me. “That’s not my fucking point.”
“Then what is?” I ask her, folding my arms over my chest and fuming as I hold her infuriated eyes.
“My point is you knew walking into this that I’ve never been committed to anyone . I didn’t even want that shit before now, but I’m trying for you , Tommy. I have never lied to you, not once,” she grounds out. “I’ve been more honest with you than anyone in my life, but that doesn’t matter. You find a fucking phone that I didn’t shut off and without letting me explain myself you just automatically assume I’m fucking around on you?”
“Well, what the fuck do you expect me to think?” I shout. “I have no idea what the fuck you’re doing here all day while I’m at work. I woke up today and you were gone. You say you’re not doing anything wrong, but I find the fuckin’ thing hidden in your nightstand, Callie?”
“I told you where I was this morning and it wasn’t fucking hidden, Tommy!” she screams at me. “I threw it in there because after I quit, it wouldn’t stop going the fuck off! I had to text them back and refer them to someone else. I gave them zero notice and was booked for fucking months! What the hell did you think was gonna happen? You were just gonna talk me into a fucking relationship and everything else would just magically fall into place? Life doesn’t work that way, Tommy. I had to keep the phone on to refer them to other people. I made commitments to these people, baby. I can’t just shut the phone off and lock myself away from the world for you.”
“First of all, I never said you had to fucking lock yourself away, Cal,” I snap back at her. “Second, what about the commitment you made to me? If you haven’t been hiding anything from me, why the
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