‘Not as special as you,’ He winks at me. ‘Are you ready to hit Camden, baby?’
I nod, fishing my purse from my bag, while he watches me with a bewildered look. I put a twenty under the salt shaker on the table and observe as he stands on an exaggerated huff, digs into his pocket and replaces my money with his, snatching my purse from my hand and stuffing my note back inside.
Control freak!
My phone starts dancing around the table, but before I can even instruct my brain to pick it up, Jesse has snatched it from under my nose. ‘Hello?’ he greets the mystery caller.
I look at him in disbelief. He really doesn’t have any phone manners. Who is it, anyway?
‘Mrs O’Shea?’ he says coolly.
My mouth falls open. No! Not my Mother! I try to snatch my phone back from him, but he dances away from me with a wicked grin on his maddeningly handsome face.
‘I have the pleasure of being with your beautiful daughter.’ he informs my mother. I move around the table, and he shifts the other way, frowning at me.
I clench my teeth and wave my hand frantically at him, but he just raises his eyebrows and shakes his head slowly.
‘Yes, Ava has told me lots about you, I’ll look forward to meeting you.’
Oh, the irritating twat! I’ve not mentioned much at all to Jesse about my parents, and I certainly haven’t mentioned him to them. Oh God, this is all I need. Glaring at him, I reach over, but he jumps back.
‘Yes, I’ll put her on. It was lovely to talk to you.’
He hands me the phone, and I seize it from his hand with a vicious swipe. ‘Mum?’
‘Ava, who was that?’ My Mum sounds as mystified as I expected her to be. I’m supposed to be young, free and single in London, and now strange men are answering my phone. I narrow my eyes on Jesse, who’s looking rather proud of himself.
‘He’s just a friend, Mum. What’s up?’
Jesse clutches at his heart, pulling a wounded soldier impersonation, but his annoyed facial expression doesn’t match his playful act – not in the slightest. I hear my Mother hum in disapproval. I can’t believe he’s just done that, the arrogant arse. And with everything else I have to poke up with, now I have the added bonus of my mother whittling that I’m jumping into another relationship too soon.
‘Matt called me.’ she states flatly.
I turn away from Jesse to try and hide my wide eyed look. Why has Matt called my mother? Shit! I can’t talk about this now, not in front of Jesse. ‘Mum, can I call you back? I’m in Camden, it’s loud.’ My shoulders hit my earlobes at the feel of Jesse’s eyes chiseling away at my back.
‘Yes, I just wanted you to know. He was all friendly, it doesn’t sit well.’ She sounds furious.
‘Okay, I’ll call you later.’
‘Fine, and remember, carefree fun.’ She adds the last bit in a blatant reminder of my status – whatever that is.
I turn back to Jesse, finding the expression I knew I would: very unhappy. ‘Why did you do that?’ I yell.
‘He’s just a friend? Do you often let friends fuck your brain out?’
My shoulders sag in defeat. The man’s constant change in reference to our relationship is burning my brain. He fucks me; he cares for me; he controls me… ‘Is it your mission objective to make my life as difficult as possible?’
His eyes soften. ‘No,’ he says quietly. ‘I’m sorry.’