Bombay Mixx

Bombay Mixx - Chapter Three - Part Two

Although having the whole flat to myself was tempting (Anya was on a ‘business trip’ in Austria for a week with Dolph), the thought of having a naked, hot, sweaty Angus in bed beside me was even more tempting; so after spending a week at the Golders Green flat with a routine of work, mind blowing sex, takeaways (why leave the bedroom when the food can come straight to you?) and lots of expensive wine, I thought I was in heaven!

It was exciting to wake up with him, and then see him in action at work thinking, ‘look at my powerful man speaking to all these rich, influential investors! I wonder if they knew he wasn’t just powerful in the boardroom but between my legs too!’ The thought jumped out of my head as I was brought back to reality by the telephone ringing. ‘Hello, AG Cathal. Mr. Maguire’s office, how may I help you?’ I droned as I felt cheated out of my beautiful daydream. ‘Nita, its mummy. Can you call round today after work?’ my mum asked as she started sobbing.

I hated it when my mum cried as she never does unless it’s something serious!

I finished work early, promising Ann I would come in early the next day as I had a family emergency and sent Angus an email telling him I couldn’t see him tonight.

He understood and hoped nothing was wrong with my mum so I jumped on the Tube and prayed no one had died.

Although maybe I should have saved that prayer!

Mum was sat in her dressing gown and I could see a well refreshed tumbler next to her with, with what smelt like straight brandy on the rocks.

Her eyes were bloodshot red and there were lots of used tissues around her and shards of broken dishes on the floor. ‘Breakdown?’ I thought as I rushed over and gave her a big hug. ‘He’s been cheating! The bastard has been fucking cheating!’ she shouted as I pulled her away to check her face for lies.

‘What do you mean, mum? Who’s been cheating?’ I asked as though I tried to push the answer out of my mind. She turned to me, wiped her tears, composed herself and handed me her mobile phone, ‘listen to the message,’ she said as she dialled her voicemail and on speakerphone.

I paused with shock as to what I was hearing!

It was a lady with a strong Indian accent.

She seemed very forceful and determined as she continued, ‘hello Niamh. Its nice to finally speak to the woman who thinks its ok to steal other women’s husbands but what more could I have expected from a woman like you,’ she laughs as she resumes, ‘but isn’t it funny that you took him from me many years ago, but after trying out the dirty trashy Niamh, he’s come back home to the real class! I don’t blame you for being angry or upset though and I will tell him off after he makes it up to me tonight after our romantic dinner and trip to his parent’s to show them we’re back together. Although his mother already knows as she was the one who really instigated our reunion! What a wonderful woman, I’ve always thought of her as my own mother and now she has her real daughter-in-law back. What did you do to make her hate you so much Niamh? I guess even your half bred children didn’t help you get accepted by the family. Oh well time to get ready for when he comes home again. I really do wish you the best with the future. No hard feelings,’ the call ended.

I was so angry at being called a half bred, I nearly snapped the phone in half, ‘who the hell is this woman, mum?’ I shouted as though this woman was sat in front of me.

Mum poured me a drink. ‘It’s Shampa. Your father’s first wife,’ she said slowly as she gulped down her drink.

Although having the whole flat to myself was tempting (Anya was on a ‘business trip’ in Austria for a week with Dolph), the thought of having a naked, hot, sweaty Angus in bed beside me was even more tempting; so after spending a week at the Golders Green flat with a routine of work, mind blowing sex, takeaways (why leave the bedroom when the food can come straight to you?) and lots of expensive wine, I thought I was in heaven!

It was exciting to wake up with him, and then see him in action at work thinking, ‘look at my powerful man speaking to all these rich, influential investors! I wonder if they knew he wasn’t just powerful in the boardroom but between my legs too!’ The thought jumped out of my head as I was brought back to reality by the telephone ringing. ‘Hello, AG Cathal. Mr. Maguire’s office, how may I help you?’ I droned as I felt cheated out of my beautiful daydream. ‘Nita, its mummy. Can you call round today after work?’ my mum asked as she started sobbing.

I hated it when my mum cried as she never does unless it’s something serious!

I finished work early, promising Ann I would come in early the next day as I had a family emergency and sent Angus an email telling him I couldn’t see him tonight.

He understood and hoped nothing was wrong with my mum so I jumped on the Tube and prayed no one had died.

Although maybe I should have saved that prayer!

Mum was sat in her dressing gown and I could see a well refreshed tumbler next to her with, with what smelt like straight brandy on the rocks.

Her eyes were bloodshot red and there were lots of used tissues around her and shards of broken dishes on the floor. ‘Breakdown?’ I thought as I rushed over and gave her a big hug. ‘He’s been cheating! The bastard has been fucking cheating!’ she shouted as I pulled her away to check her face for lies.

‘What do you mean, mum? Who’s been cheating?’ I asked as though I tried to push the answer out of my mind. She turned to me, wiped her tears, composed herself and handed me her mobile phone, ‘listen to the message,’ she said as she dialled her voicemail and on speakerphone.

I paused with shock as to what I was hearing!

It was a lady with a strong Indian accent.

She seemed very forceful and determined as she continued, ‘hello Niamh. Its nice to finally speak to the woman who thinks its ok to steal other women’s husbands but what more could I have expected from a woman like you,’ she laughs as she resumes, ‘but isn’t it funny that you took him from me many years ago, but after trying out the dirty trashy Niamh, he’s come back home to the real class! I don’t blame you for being angry or upset though and I will tell him off after he makes it up to me tonight after our romantic dinner and trip to his parent’s to show them we’re back together. Although his mother already knows as she was the one who really instigated our reunion! What a wonderful woman, I’ve always thought of her as my own mother and now she has her real daughter-in-law back. What did you do to make her hate you so much Niamh? I guess even your half bred children didn’t help you get accepted by the family. Oh well time to get ready for when he comes home again. I really do wish you the best with the future. No hard feelings,’ the call ended.

I was so angry at being called a half bred, I nearly snapped the phone in half, ‘who the hell is this woman, mum?’ I shouted as though this woman was sat in front of me.

Mum poured me a drink. ‘It’s Shampa. Your father’s first wife,’ she said slowly as she gulped down her drink.