Chapter 4

• While he lives this exciting full life I’m still here, the village idiot, pining over a man that doesn’t even know I exist. I’m pathetic. Well he’s going to know I exist after this wedding because I am going to look so unbelievably hot. I’m going to rub his sorry ass in it. I narrow my eyes as I rethink my diabolical plan. Look hot, turn him on, lead him on and then reject him. He’s going to be begging for mercy by the time I’m finished with him, if I have to ram it down his puny throat. I’ve been planning this for six months. Operation payback is going to be a bitch. I smile. I think the only relief I’m going to get is satisfaction that I have the last word. I had no say in our demise, although it has haunted me for years. Perhaps that was the problem. I lied to him about our breakup. Told him what he needed to hear and not the truth. I’ve been overanalysing this for years. In my clinical opinion I am suffering guilt–associated trauma. I need to eventually tell him the truth somewhere down the track so I can just move the hell on, and he can release me from this invisible Spiderman hold he has on me. He is the last person I think of every night. I wonder who he’s with now and whether he ever thinks of me and misses me like I miss him. I’m sad, sad to my bones, a deep regretful sadness that I can’t shake. No matter how hard I try. My seemingly normal existence and happiness is a stage–show. Not all the time. I am happy. I just feel an emptiness like something’s missing—a hole in my life—maybe perhaps similar to someone who grieves a person who has died, a mother who has lost a child. Even when I am happy there is an emptiness that somehow won’t go away. And the memories. God, the memories. They haunt me. My mind wanders constantly, imagining us together in bed, snuggled up, making love for hours and hours. His tenderness, his adoration of me and my body. He did love me when we were together I know this for certain, it was just so long ago. So why in the hell am I still in love with him after all this time? Am I even in love with him? I don’t even know him. I know my emotions are coming to a head because he’s due to touch down in Sydney anytime and I will, no doubt, see him. I’m excited and terrified at the same time.
• “Does Joshua still play polo?” I ask, feigning nonchalance.
• “Ahuh, apparently he has a stables property and his horses are worth millions.” I nod, disappointed by the answer.
• “His mother said he is right into kickboxing now.”
• “Kickboxing?” I repeat as I frown. “That’s random.”
• “Yes I know.”
• “What colour did you say your dress is, Bridget?”
• “White.”
• “White!” I exclaim. “You can’t wear white.”
• “Who cares,” she smiles. “I need to look hot. Josh might be bringing some hot guys to the wedding.”
• “Haven’t we just been hearing all about Jeremy for the last hour?” Mum looks to the ceiling in frustration.
• “Yeah, Jeremy Schmeremy,” she rolls her eyes. “You know my boyfriend’s a dick.” We all laugh.
• “I’ll drink to that.”
• “Me too,” Mum laughs and we all clink coffee cups. “Hurry up and dump him already.”
• Sydney Airport 5.23 pm, Sunday
• Joshua Stanton’s private jet comes slowly to a halt on the tarmac. On board are Ben his large South African bodyguard, Adrian his personal assistant, eight computers with software and a computer technician for each computer. The computer techs are all typical computer geeks.
• “I have a large van and driver at your disposal,” Joshua tells the lead tech head.
• “Ok, that’s great,” he nods.
• “You are all booked in at the Sheraton on Hyde Park for the next three days until you all decide where you are staying. Stay in touch with Adrian with the details. The driver will pick you and the equipment up at 9.00 am in the morning and take you to the office space we have hired.”
• “Thanks, Mr Stanton.”
• “You all have company credit cards, just charge what you need.”
• “Thank you, sir.”
• Joshua and Adrian wait as Ben picks up the car keys from the rental company. Ben is flicking through the pages of his iPad double time.
• “What the fuck are you doing there?” Josh frowns as he looks over Adrian’s shoulder.
• “Trying to get my bearings. I’m on maps and it isn’t making sense.” He turns the screen around to look at it upside down and holds his head to the side.
• “Yeah that app is useless; we really should design a decent one.” Joshua looks around disinterested, glances at his chunky Rolex watch and puts one hand into the pocket of his navy three–piece suit. He’s wearing black Oxfords, a crisp white shirt and black tie, and his chocolate hair is buzz cut. His piercing blue eyes scan the lobby of the airport. His skin is darkened from his recent surfing trip to the Maldives. “I forgot how hot Aussie girls are,” he makes an idle observation while rubbing his chin.
• “Yes, I can’t wait to check out the Aussie men, apparently they are off the charts.”
• Joshua smiles. “That goes without saying.” He widens his eyes at Adrian.
• “Hmm they’re conceited too, I found out,” Adrian scowls.
• “Totally,” Josh raises one eyebrow and nods his head, still scanning the room.
• Ben returns, pushing a trolley of luggage. “This way,” he gestures.
• “This being on the wrong side of the road thing is weird,” Ben smirks while driving.
• Joshua smiles as he sits in the front passenger seat, Adrian in the back seat. Joshua starts programming the Nav Man.
• “What are you doing?” Ben asks.
• “We are taking a quick detour,” Josh answers.
• “Really?” Adrian whines. “I need to take a leak.”