Memoirs of a Wild Child by Cassandra P Lewis Page A

terrifying. Secondly, I didn’t need a penny of his money, as I had made quite plain to him on many occasions, I had my own, and plenty of it.
    “Get out,” he said coldly.
    “What?” I asked.
    “Get out of my fucking car, dirty whore, you can make your own way home.”
    I let out a laugh, it wasn’t funny, not at all, but I had no idea how else to react. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
    “Fuck you, Simon, open the boot please and I’ll get my bags out.” I got out of the car and retrieved my things from the boot, the second that it was closed, the car drove off, and I realised what a fool I had been. He didn’t love me; he loved fucking me, just like so many men before him.
    I was pissed at myself. I had made a decision never to be used again, and that’s exactly, what I had let happen. Never again.
    When I got a negative result on the home pregnancy test, I bought in a rage, as walked to find a taxi after being abandoned in the middle of London, I was relieved. I couldn’t wait to tell Simon. I was going to do it in person, I was going to look fabulous, and I was going to tell him to go fuck himself.
     
    Dressed in my new Diane von Furstenberg navy blue, wrap dress, with the new red underwear that Simon bought for me in Paris, underneath, I stepped into my Christian Louboutin shoes and made my way to Simon’s office.
    “You can’t go in there,” Simon’s receptionist called out as I marched past her desk.
    Smiling sweetly but not stopping, I replied, “I’ll just be a second.”
    “No, stop. He’s in a meeting.” She was chasing me as my hand gripped the handle, and I opened the door. I stopped, wide-eyed and then grinned at the sight of Simon banging a pretty, young, black girl over his desk. She tried to get up, clearly embarrassed, but his hands on her shoulder blades held her there, pinning her to the mahogany.
    He didn’t stop screwing her as I closed the door and pulled open my dress, revealing the underwear. His eyes burned as he looked at me, he had salivated when he bought me the lingerie, said he couldn’t wait to make me come, wearing it and the shoes. Now all he could do was look and not touch as he pounded into her relentlessly. She sounded happy enough, but I did feel a little guilty that he was fucking her with his body but me with his mind.
    I walked towards them and saw the ring on her finger, my ring. I laughed then, how stupid had I been? It wasn’t me he was going to propose to.
    Reaching, into my clutch, I retrieved the second pregnancy test kit that I had taken, just now, in the toilets of the lobby, just to be sure. The word ‘negative’ was clear in the window as I placed the stick on the desk, turned and walked out. Not bothering to do up my dress as I walked past his waiting clients. Leaving the door open so that they could see the man they were doing business with, in all his sordid glory.
    I redressed myself in the elevator, walked out of his building, and never heard from Simon again.
     

Behind the Lens
     
     
    It’s been months since I even looked at Vinnie; I realise as I pack him into my case. We’ve had our first Christmas as parents of two children; and Holly turned five, which is just crazy to me.  Not as crazy as the fact that she has nearly finished her first year at school, and Cooper is teething.
    We have also been spending a lot of time with our families’ and friends’. Ben’s sister has just got engaged, so they’ve had to come first. It’s been great, but now that we’re finally heading out of what has seemed like a long winter that bypassed spring, and into the early days of summer, I’m thankful. We’re going on holiday, our first since Cooper was born, and I can’t wait.
    We’ve decided two weeks at my parents’ house in Portugal, for our first wedding anniversary, is just what the doctor ordered and were excited to fly out in a couple of days. But packing, when you have a toddler and a baby, is not an easy task. Thank god I