Abigail's Affair (Book One in the 'Looking For Love' Series)
By Pat Spence
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Reasoning that absence makes the heart grow fonder and attempting to force her married lover’s hand, 30 -year old Abigail Aske decides to visit an old friend in Australia.
But staying with a 6’2”Amazonian fitness freak proves something of a challenge, as does maintaining ‘no contact’ with Jake, not to mention resisting other tempting ‘offers’.
Set against a wonderful Australian backdrop, with a host of quirky, emotionally dysfunctional characters, Abigail’s Affair tells of a woman’s search for love and happiness, revealing the highs and lows of having an affair, and showing how the experience of travel becomes a voyage of self-discovery, with surprising results.
A story of love, lies, betrayal and hope...
For anyone who is having an affair, has had an affair or is thinking of having an affair, this book is ESSENTIAL reading...
Pat Spence
Pat Spence is a freelance writer and ex-magazine editor. She has worked as a copywriter in advertising agencies, a freelance trainer teaching personal development and a massage therapist/aromatherapist. She is married with a daughter, and has a degree in English Literature. Her hobbies include yoga, swimming, gardening, reading Tarot and learning banjo.
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Abigail's Affair (Book One in the 'Looking For Love' Series) - Pat Spence
Frith Street, Soho. Our favourite coffee shop.
Jake and I sat at a table at the back. It had become our table, as somehow it always seemed to be free whenever we came in. We held hands across the table, gazing into each other eyes and sipping frothy cappuccinos. Jake laughed at the white moustache on my upper lip and I wiped a tissue across my mouth. As usual, the coffee shop was busy. A woman at the next table spoke quietly and urgently in Russian into her mobile phone. The Croatian waitress cleaned away empty coffee cups from the table opposite, smiling at us briefly, quickly pocketing the £2 tip that had been left. A group of young business people stood noisily by the counter, waiting for their take-out skinny lattes and flat whites, and a couple of tables away, two elderly gentlemen, resplendent in fedoras and cravats, talked politics over their espressos. This is why we liked our coffee shop. You could people-watch to your heart’s content and still remain in an anonymous little bubble. Jazz music played soporifically in the background and the smell of warm coffee beans permeated the air. It was a cosy, crowded, safe haven, sheltered from the outside world.
Jake was dressed, as usual, in his faded blue jeans, with an Iggy Pop ‘Wild One’ 87 T-shirt beneath his old black leather jacket. His unruly black hair was tied back in a ponytail and his dark brown eyes were fringed by thick black lashes. I loved it that people turned to stare when we were out, wondering if they recognised him or simply admiring his beauty. He had effortless ‘Johnny Depp’ film star looks and an irresistible, easy charm, but he also had a tenderness and attentiveness to his manner that made me feel I was his most precious possession. He made me feel loved, worshipped and wanted, and I adored him.
What shall we do next?
he asked, reaching across and brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen over my cheek.
The physicality between us was like nothing I’d experienced before. Just the brush of his fingertips over my cheek was enough to make me feel undressed.
I don’t know,
I answered. What do you suggest? Culture, entertainment, or the underground car park in Tottenham Court Road?
As the words left my lips I felt a weakness inside, as lust threatened to govern our activities for the next hour.
Hmm, difficult decision,
said Jake, and I knew he was feeling the same.
He stroked the palm of my hand, making my skin tingle and sending shooting sensations throughout my body. I took a deep breath and reined myself in. Anticipation was everything. I had to savour every moment.
Perhaps we should save the car park for this afternoon?
I murmured.
Whatever you want,
he said. This day is for you. Your wish is my command.
Why don’t we take in some culture first?
I suggested. How about The National Gallery or the Tate Modern, or the Design Centre? Which is closest?
Before he could answer, his mobile sounded and a frown crossed his face.
Sorry, I’ve got to take this,
he said, his voice assuming an edgy, business-like tone. Picking up his cell phone, he walked quickly through a door at the rear of the coffee shop.
Just like that, the moment was ruined. Reality hit hard and I felt my throat constrict. It was her. Checking up on him again, giving me a timely reminder that everything I had with Jake was built on a lie. A cheap, nasty, secret lie. I could kid myself this was the best thing that had ever happened to me, but who was he going back to every night? Who was he building a life with? Not me, that was for sure. I stared at the closed door, feeling empty.
Jake came back and slid into his chair.
That was …
his voice tailed off.
I know,
I said curtly. Everything all right?
Yes, fine.
How does she always manage to call and ruin the moment?
I asked, with a tight smile. Why don’t you switch off your phone?
It might be work.
They could leave a message.
Please don’t spoil things, Abigail,
said Jake, taking hold of my hand. You know it’s you I want to be with. We will be together. I promise.
I suppose this means you still haven’t done anything about the situation?
He looked ahead stonily. No.
I thought you might have said something to Tiffany by now.
Just saying her name made me tense.
Jake grimaced. Yes, I know. And, yes I’m a coward. I just haven’t, okay?
Are you going to? Because, if you’re not, I’d prefer to know.
He looked at me with tortured eyes. Of course I am. D’you think I like living a lie? Going back to Tiffany every night and having to pretend? All the time, wishing it was you? Sometimes, I’m just about to say something and I think, how can I hurt her? What’s she done to deserve this? Then I look around my house and realise what I’m seeing is my past. I think of you and I’m looking at my future. But moving from past to future isn’t easy. There’s a lot of pain.
He stopped and looked down at the table. Sometimes I think she’s having an affair.
Tiffany?
I asked incredulously. How can you think that? She’s pregnant.
I don’t know that it’s mine, do I? She’s not interested in me any more.
You really think she’s seeing someone else?
Maybe if I tell her I’m leaving, she’ll say ‘good riddance’.
Yeah and pigs might fly,
I said scornfully. She’s not seeing anyone. Now she’s having your second child, she knows she’s got you. She wouldn’t jeopardise everything by having a fling. You’re barking up the wrong tree.
It’s all driving me crazy,
said Jake, sitting back and holding his head. Some days it seems clear and I know what I have to do. Other days, it’s too complicated and I can’t move. It’s like this great fog is swirling round in my head. It must be horrible for Tiffany. Sometimes I barely say three or four words to her or I don’t even speak. Quite often, she’s asleep when I leave in the morning and in bed when I get home.
The days you work in London?
Yes.
So, why bother driving back? It’s a long way. Why not stay in a hotel? Especially if you don’t want to see her.
She likes me to come home every night,
he said doggedly.
Even if she never sees you because she’s asleep?
She’s funny about me spending the night away. It causes less friction if I go home.
I looked at him in dismay. This is the woman who’s supposed to be having an affair?
Abigail, this is not helping. I’d like nothing better than to sort things out, but it’s difficult and you’re going to have to leave it to me.
He looked into my eyes. We’re going to be together. I know it. Just trust me. Okay?
I broke away from his gaze and steeled myself to speak.
Jake, I have something to tell you.
He was instantly alert, fear creeping into his eyes.
What? You’ve met someone else? You’re leaving me?
Not exactly,
I said, but I think it best if I went away for a while and gave you time to sort things out with Tiffany.
Away where?
I paused, unsure of his reaction. Australia.
Australia? But that’s the other side of the world. You’re going to find somebody else aren’t you? You’ll meet one of those muscle-bound surfers on Bondi Beach and not come back.
Don’t be stupid,
I exclaimed. One of the reasons I’m going is so you can sort your life out. It’ll be easier if I’m not here.
He looked miserable. How long for?
A month.
How will I cope on my own for a month? I wish I could come with you.
We both know that’s not possible. Jake, I’m tired of waiting. You said you were going to tell her months ago. And nothing’s happened. The baby will be here and you still won’t have said anything. Then it’ll be impossible to tell her for another few months and suddenly it’ll be Christmas. I’m not spending another Christmas on my own. You don’t understand how lonely I get.
Not half as lonely as me,
he countered. Nothing is worse than being stuck in a relationship you don’t want any more: the long silences, the constant irritation with each other. Sometimes I feel my head is going to burst. Every day I try to summon the courage to say something and I can’t find the words. We end up talking about something incidental, like the cost of cauliflower. You have no idea how frustrating it is. There’s nothing left between us. At night I lie in bed and there’s a huge barrier between us. We’re complete strangers. And yet, all the time, there’s this baby bump getting bigger. You think you’re unhappy, Abigail. You don’t know the meaning of the word.
He paused and added: Who are you going with?
I’m not going with anyone. I’m going to stay with my old friend, Rosalyn.
For a moment, the silence hung heavy between us and I was aware of Nina Simone singing "My Baby Just Cares For Me’ in the background. Then, to my surprise, Jake agreed.
I suppose you’re right. It might spur me on to do something. As long as you’re around, there’s no incentive to sort things out.
He sighed loudly. I’m going to miss you, though.
I felt panic rising within me. I was so in love, the thought of being separated from Jake for more than a couple of days filled me with terror. Weekends were bad enough. How would I cope with a whole month’s separation? It wasn’t as if I was going somewhere close. I couldn’t go much further if I tried, unless I joined the Mars mission. But it was clear if I stayed, Jake would never do anything. He needed to feel the pain of absence. If I’m honest, I even allowed myself to think about meeting someone else. Someone a lot less complicated than Jake. Sometimes I found the Misery Competitiveness Stakes a little dangerous. It seemed so negative, trying to outdo one another with hard luck stories. Jake usually won. He was so good at it.
The questions filled my head. What if he forgot about me and decided to stay with Tiffany? What if I got back and nothing had changed? What if I met someone else?
When are you going?
he asked.
Next Friday. I fly from Manchester Airport.
In that case,
said Jake. I think we’d better go straight to the underground car park. And afterwards, I’m going to drive you home and make love to you all over again until you beg me to stop. If I’ve only got till next Friday, I have to make the most of every minute with you.
His brown eyes devoured me hungrily. Come on, we have no time to lose.
He grabbed my hand and my stomach flipped as he pulled me up from the table and out through the coffee shop onto the busy Soho street.
Chapter 2
It was a cold, wet day in March when my friend Edith and her boyfriend, Derek, drove me to the airport. I sat forlornly in the back of the car, rain battering the windscreen and spray from lorries creating a momentary whiteout. Edith was a no-nonsense, straightforward creature with a heavy dark fringe, black-rimmed spectacles and a permanent vermilion slash across her mouth. She was like a cross between a 1950s secretary and a gothic vampire. She and Derek survived on a diet of continual bickering and put downs, but they’d been together forever and I doubted they’d ever part. She’d been a good friend to me since Rosalyn left for Australia two years ago.
I was already regretting my decision to go away and leave Jake behind. How would I survive without him? How would I cope getting to the other side of the world? I’d never travelled this far before.
You’re very quiet,
said Edith. I thought you’d be excited.
I smiled at her weakly. I’m not sure I want to go.
I’d never told her about Jake, fearing her disapproval, and now was not the time to come clean.
Don’t be silly,
she said, with matronly cheerfulness. You’ll have a fabulous time. At least you’re heading for sunshine. And you’ll get to see Rosalyn. When did you last see her?
Just over a year ago, when she came back for her sister’s wedding.
Is she the good looking one with legs up to her neck?
asked Derek, looking in the mirror.
That’s her,
I answered.
You don’t forget legs like that. She was very attractive…
began Derek, but Edith stopped him in his tracks.
Concentrate on driving, Derek. Don’t get distracted.
You’re right, I suppose,
I said. I’m just nervous about the journey.
I’d be more nervous about coping with Rosalyn,
said Edith. She’s a complete pain. Totally self absorbed.
I’d forgotten the rivalry between them. They’d never got on. Edith had relished becoming my new best friend in Rosalyn’s absence, but she was there by default and she knew it.
It goes with the territory,
I answered. When you’re a successful model, you can’t help it. Her modelling career’s taken off. She’s got this fabulous lifestyle, going to parties and mixing with all kinds of glamorous people.
Yeah, sure,
said Edith sarcastically. Seeing is believing.
I decided to leave the subject alone. By then, we’d arrived at the airport and the next half hour was spent parking the car and checking in. Then it was time to say goodbye. I gave them both a hug, feeling small and alone.
Thank you for driving me. I’ll phone or text when I get there.
Have a lovely time,
said Edith, smiling broadly. A month will pass quickly. Just enjoy the sunshine.
Let me know when you want picking up,
said Derek, pecking me on the cheek.
Thanks Derek. Who knows? I might not come back. I may meet the man of my dreams and stay out there.
Yeah, sure.
He smirked, clearly amused at such a ridiculous suggestion.
I waved one last time. Then passport in one hand and flight bag in the other, I stepped forward into Departures. There was no turning back.
Once in the Departure Lounge, I was filled with a strange sense of euphoria. I’d done it. I’d left Jake behind. All I had to do now was get to Australia.
I purchased Rosalyn’s favourite perfume, Daisy by Marc Jacobs, in the Duty Free area, then walked along an endless moving pavement towards the Departure Gate. I sat down in one of the plastic bucket seats and looked round at my travelling companions, hoping to find a kindred spirit or even a single man, but they were all families or middle-aged people. I briefly wondered why magazines ran articles on meeting the love of your life at airports or stations. It never happened in real life.
On the plane, I sat next to an older couple named Daphne and Reggie, who were going to Melbourne to visit their son and attend a family wedding.
Melvyn works in IT,
explained Daphne, proudly. He went over to open the Melbourne office two years ago and soon he’ll be running the Sydney office. He’s such a nice boy. I can’t understand why he’s still single at 35. Are you single, dear?
Er, yes, I am. But I do have a boyfriend.
You’re not married though, are you?
She glanced at my ring finger. You should look Melvyn up when you get to Melbourne. You'd get along with him very well. Don’t you think, Reggie? She’d get along with Melvyn very well?
Reggie peered at me with huge eyes, magnified through large, milk bottle bottom glasses.
Oh, yes, you’d get along with Melvyn a treat. He’s a smashing boy,
he said enthusiastically.
I’m sure I would,
I said without conviction, deciding Melvyn from Melbourne, who specialised in IT, was probably the last man on earth I’d be interested in. He sounded too nerdy for my liking and I certainly didn’t want to hook up with a sad, single computer geek. In my experience, there was usually a good reason why a man of 35 was still single.
Who’s getting married?
I asked, feigning interest.
My sister’s boy, Archie,
answered Daphne. Melvyn got him a job at the Melbourne office and next thing you know, he’s met a girl and they’re getting married. My sister can’t come. She has a heart condition. So Reggie and I are going instead. As a bonus, we get to see Melvyn. You should look him up, dear.
Soon Manchester was beneath us, a diminishing grey blob on the landscape, quickly obscured by rushing white clouds and I experienced a flutter of excitement at the unknown possibilities ahead. Fortunately, Daphne took out a Sudoku book and Reggie started a cryptic crossword, so further talk about Melvyn was averted. I took out my phone and re-read Rosalyn’s texts.
20th January
Hi Abs, Great to hear from you. Things are pretty good in the great down under. Registered with a new, top …I repeat top… model agency and getting loads of modelling work. I am hot, hot, hot! Having a blast. Fighting off the admirers. Lost count of the number of parties I’ve been to. You’d love it here. Why don’t you visit? Ros xx
13th March
Hi Absy, Glad to hear you’re enjoying life. What’s happening with the old love life? You’ve gone very quiet on that front. Can’t recommend Aussie men highly enough. They are such a laugh. Why didn’t I come over here sooner? Getting loads of work. Swimwear last week. Catwalk tomorrow. Plus, don’t fall off your chair, training to become an aerobics teacher!!!! Write soon. Love to Edith (not). Ros xxx
4th June
Dear Abby, Sorry haven’t replied earlier. Buying fab apartment with modelling money. Life is one long round of parties and yet more parties. The sky is blue and the sun shines all day. What’s not to like? Get yourself over here. We could hire a car and go exploring. Do say yes.
Ros xxxx PS. Does Edith still look like a bat with glasses?
20th September
Hi Abs, Can’t wait to see you and show you round. So many exciting people I want you to meet. Apartment is fab, fab, fab. Melbourne is the trendiest place to be, so much happening. See you soon. Say hi to Morticia aka Edith. Ha ha! (Watched Adams family last night, made me think of her.) R xxx
3rd December
Sorry haven’t been in touch. Been on location by the sea doing a swimwear catalogue. Two weeks of posing and pouting, wearing skimpy bikinis etc. etc. What a hoot! Have you booked your ticket yet? Love, Ros xxxx (You should see me in my new white shorts, the men can’t believe my legs!)
17th Jan
Hi Abigail, Went on date with gorgeous guy last night. Took me to fabby new restaurant. Agent reckons I may get into film work. Only one small problemo… can’t act! But they don’t seem bothered about that. You have to be here. Blue sky, fluffy white clouds, lots of sunshine. Plus great bars, restaurants, loads of friends. Brill! Are you still coming over?
Ros xx PS. qualified as aerobics teacher!!!!!
25th Jan
Hi Abby, Fabuloso news you’re coming over. Can’t wait. Just a quickie as whizzing off on modelling job. They are sending a car for me!!! Let me know date and time of your arrival so I can be there to meet you. Sooooooooo excited!!!!! You’ll love it here. Ros xx
PS. can you pick up some Daisy by Marc Jacobs at the airport?
1st March
Dear Abs, See you at the airport 5th March. Can’t wait to show you round, Melbourne is such a fantastico place. You won’t want to go home. Really looking forward to seeing you. Bet Edith wishes she were coming. (Glad she’s not.) Ros xx (Don’t forget my perfume!! Daisy by Marc Jacobs!!!)
That was her last message, five days ago. I sat there with a big fat smile on my face. I couldn't wait to see Rosalyn. After all the frustration and intensity of the Jake situation, this was just what I needed. Her life sounded fantastic, everything mine was not. She was meeting people, doing exciting things and keeping her options open. I imagined the parties we’d go to and the people we’d meet. This was just what I needed, a month of parties and fun, frolicking in the sunshine without a care in the world. I settled back in my seat, plugged in my iPod and drifted away to the sounds of Coldplay.
Some time later, lunch was served, a delicious meal of Barbecued Salmon with Quince Glazed Tomatoes and Steamed Rice with Pinenuts. I could really get used to international travel, I decided, sipping my gin and tonic, and letting Daphne’s talk about Archie’s wedding and Melvyn’s single life wash over me.
We had a four-hour stopover in Singapore Airport and I spent the time with my new friends, quickly realising this was as far as I wanted the friendship to go. I’d heard enough about Melvyn to last a lifetime and when I saw his photo, I understood why his quest for a spouse was proving so difficult. He was a geek, with a large moon face, heavy black glasses and long greasy hair. No matter how clever he was, I could never find him attractive. Still, I dutifully wrote down his telephone number and agreed to call him, time permitting. Somehow, I had a feeling I’d be too busy.
Back on the plane, I was relieved to find I was sitting apart from Daphne and Reggie. I spent the night tossing and turning, unable to find a comfortable position, but awoke to beautiful bright sunshine streaming through my tiny window. The aroma of cooked breakfast wafted down the aisle and I realised I was actually rather hungry. Nearly there, I thought with excitement. I looked in my hand luggage for my make-up bag, determined to present my best face to the world. As I searched, I noticed a sealed envelope, tucked away and, intrigued, pulled it out, realising too late it was a letter from Jake.
Dear Abigail,
By the time you open this you’ll either be on the plane or in Australia. Whichever it is, you’ll be a long way from me. Forgive me for writing. I know you wanted to get away and put all thoughts of me out of your mind, but I couldn’t do the same. I’m the one you’ve left behind. For me, life goes on, with all its drudgery and greyness. You are the only colour in my life and my heart is breaking at the thought of not seeing you.
I know you are doing this to make me sort things out, and I truly hope I am able to. I wish I could press a button and be teleported out of my existing life into a future with you. It’s all such a mess and I have so many obligations. I wouldn’t blame you if you met someone else and didn’t come home, although I couldn’t bear it.
I truly believe we will be together. It’s what I want more than anything. I want to build a life with you, discover the world with you, grow old with you. I believe it’s my destiny. I know we said we wouldn’t email or phone. That’s why I’ve written a letter. I hope you don’t mind.
I love you Abigail, more than I can ever express. You alone have the power to see inside my heart, and it is breaking without you.
All my love,
Jake xx
Tears came into my eyes, as the pain of separation seared through me. Then anger surfaced. How dare he write? The rules of our separation were no contact for a month. Within just a few hours, he’d broken his word. And to what end? To make me miss him all the more.
Angrily, I scrunched up the letter into a small paper ball. He was weak. How could I ever trust him to make the break from Tiffany? As usual, it was all about him; what he wanted, how he was feeling, how much he was missing me. I hadn’t realised just how much I needed to get away from him. Somewhere along the way, I’d lost sense of who I was. I’d become an extension of Jake’s messed up world. He saw me as his escape route, but was that any basis on which to build a relationship? And now, just when I needed to focus on myself, he was getting inside my head all over again.
But old habits die hard and before long I found myself thinking back to the days when I first met Jake.
Chapter 3
I’d just joined the radio station as Commercial Copywriter and was sharing a small office with Jake, who was Commercial Producer. Obviously, I wasn’t involved with him at that point and, if I’m honest, I didn’t even fancy him. He was too pretty and self-indulgent for my liking. I’d been there about a month when he let the cat out of the bag.
Tiff’s pregnant. I’m about to become a father,
he said with a funny, half-smug smile. "It’s