Wavering Heart

Rupert said What?!

Chapter 3 - Rupert Said What?!

Ainsley POV

"Here we go Jackie, another round with monotone Marie!"

"Girl, just be thankful we only have the morning round to be caught up on the day before, as oppose to working all night with her, could you imagine?!"

"Touchè!"

As Marie began " Rupert in Room 204 was rude again last night, making another PSW cry, so be weary of his behavior today. Mike in Room 212 was complaining of stomach pain and...." Ainsley had already zoned out her co-worker, the woman spoke in the same flat tone, and just went on and on and on.

"b***h! your little buddy in 204 is going give the whole home a breakdown soon!" Jackie whispered to Ainsley.

"He's not that bad, he is actually hilarious if people got to know him"

"Yea, because he's nice to you, have you not heard him yell at people?"

With her English accent on cue Ainsley started talking as if she was Rupert "Your all bloody incompetent!" the girls busted out laughing drawing attention their way. No sooner did the morning rounds end, did they not catch Irene, a small pudgy woman making her way down the hall, tears streaming down her reddened face.

Bing Bing Bing Bing

Ainsley looked up and before she could say anything the Nurse on shift spoke "Ainsley, can you take that bell, it's Rupert, and we can't have anymore crying staff today! please have a word with that man!"

"Sure thing Ingrid, on it!"

Ainsley made her way down down south wing, greeting the residents as they made their way into the hall, heading for their morning coffee. As she got to Ruperts room, she could already see his smug face waiting on his next victim.

"Good morning Rupert! I see you started early this morning."

Rupert looked her way, his thin tall body laying in bed, sitting up just waiting. He had the palest blue eyes, and always wore a ball cap to hide his balding head. You'd think Jackie and Rupert would be related or at least buddies as they both shared that mean, stand off look.

"Who the bloody hell are you?"

"I don't know Rupert, who am I?"

He squinted his eyes at her, as she flashed him a toothy smile, which resulted in a smile from him that reached his eyes.

"OH Ainsley, it's you! what are you doing here???"

"well I came to say good morning to my bestfriend of course"

"hey!, did you see Fatso leave here?"

the man never failed to call his personal support worker Irene by Fatso. No matter how many times Ainsley would tell him to be nice, he kept going. the man had a sick sense of humor, but by golly it was hilarious. Secretly, Ainsley was just.as dark and twisty.

"Rupert, you cannot call people that, we've been over this"

"She should really lay off all that Italiano, you know? she jiggles now when she walks"

"Rupert! that's rude!"

"no its bloody not, it's honest!"

"changing topics, can I get you anything?"

"no, I'm fine dear just wanted to see fatso run back, give her exercise you know, she needs it"

"oh dear goodness, okay I've got to do my own rounds now, be nice, I will see you at breakfast"

"be nice" Rupert repeats mocking Ainsley laughing at her as she leaves the room..

she loved that little old man, he brightened her day. They were friends, they shared stories and spoke of life. The man could read her, when she was at her breaking points at him, he'd call her on it. After a while she realized she had confided quite a bit in that old man, as he had in her telling her of his fears of not doing enough as a parent, or husband. How he didn't want to leave the earth without knowing he did a good job. Ainsley couldn't see how he could doubt himself as he had always been a great male figure in her life, but everyone has a history at the end of the day.

Lunch time hit finally Ainsley and Jackie took breaks at the same times, Ainsley with her fresh coffee in hand, Jackie eating some fresh fruit, the duo were going on about their mornings, and the craziness that transpired.

Ping!

Ainsley checked her phone, it was Marcus "Have great day babe", she read it out loud. "No, a great day would have been my morning coffee but who's judging!" Jackie cracking up at her friend pettiness.

"oh do continue... the whole park hasn't heard you yet" Jackie said in amusement.

"oh ffs" Ainsley muttered. it killed her inside, how fake he was towards her. They both knew he didn't give a s**t about her day, it was just programed in him to write a measly one liner text once a day. Anything more than that was out.of the question. Kind of like his conversation at home, lord forbid you stray further than the weather without him shutting down. Their conversations were becoming very one sided lately, often leaving her to her books at night. The woman read more than she liked to admit, but everyone does that right?

Six hours later Ainsley made it to her car, she got in, took all her name tags and badges off and hung them up. She started up her car, immediately called Jackie. yes they were a little too codependent on one another.

"Didn't we just see each other?" Jackie answered

"shut up, you will never guess what Rupert said to me this afternoon"

"that you're an incompetent twit?"

"oh someone thinks she's funny today!" they both started laughing a bit at each other's retorts.

"Okay but no! seriously the man had asked me for a 'sweet cookie to munch on' at 4"

Jackie entertaining the conversation "A cookie at 4? it was almost dinner at that time"

"Right?! I told him well it's almost dinner, and I don't think cookies were on the snack cart today, did this man not skip a beat and say to me 'oh I wasn't referring about a snack cart cookie, I was referring to a SWEET cookie to.munch on! and than elbowed my leg as a "hint hint"

Ainsley still in disbelief telling the story, does Jackie not let out a loud ear piercing screech as she starts cackling into the phone.

"That's freaking hilarious, oh he wanted a cookie alright, an Ainsley cream cookie!"

"oh for the love of God, behave!"

"behave?! bahahahhaha is that what you told him?"

"no b***h, I said oh dear and had to leave the damn room, I was red as a damn tomato!"

"Okay but seriously did you get him the cookie?"

" Why are you my friend?" Ainsley said between laughs.

"because you love me, deal with it, you are stuck with me, but I've got dinner on, talk to you later, don't forget that sweet cookie later"

Ainsley hung up rolling her eyes at her friend.

All that talking she was finally home, as she pulled in she noticed Marcus' car wasn't home. That was fine, she had a long day anyways, she got inside and headed straight for the shower.

As the water poured down over her, she lathered herself up, cleaning every inch of her body, washing her hair and throwing in some conditioner, while waiting for the conditioner to sit for a bit it hit her. Her dream from this morning, watching the suds cascade down her chest she imagined Jason's hands instead. She started rubbing her nub in the shower imagining Jason's sexy brown eyes staring up at her as her teased her bundle of nerves with his tongue. Water making his beautifully tanned skin glisten, his sculpted body was a gift from the Gods. This man was a work of art. She started working her circular motion faster, letting her moans echo through the bathroom. Eyes closed she held on to the image of that muscular man with his head buried between her thighs, lapping up her juices as his strong around were wrapped around her legs holding her in place so she couldn't move him. Her legs began to quake as she got closer to cumming, as he could sense it, he inserted two fingers into her soaking wet p***y, slightly curving his fingers as he fingers her hitting her spot everytime, she looked down at his handsome face taking in his mesmerizing brown eyes, his defined jaw, perfectly shaped mouth with the slightest plumped lips making them beg to be bit, his bald head drove her insane. The man could carry any style but when he shaved his head,.mmmm he was sexy! He gave her a slight smirk and went back to devouring her, "oh f**k Jason!" Ainsley screamed out as she finally hit her climax. She rested her body back against the shower wall, catching her breathe. She chest rising and falling, with each every breath she took. Her legs still a bit wobbly from how quickly she came. The man was invading every dirty thought she had, but she wasn't ready to stop it. It had been years since they had seen each other last. Even longer since they had ever touched. Yet still here he was, the man of her fantasies after all these years.

Ainsley got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around herself and went out about.the house. It was now 8 PM, and Marcus still wasn't home. She called his cell, and there was no answer. Surprise, surprise.

9PM had come and gone, still nothing. Ainsley tried to call again but this time it went straight to voice-mail. Unfortunatelt, work came early which meant she couldn't stay up all night waiting for him to come as she had in the past. he'd eventually make his way in reeking of cigarette smoke, and m*******a, neither of the two seemed appealing to her, especially at whatever hour he would finally make his way into bed, she'll pass.

Ainsley threw on some white pajama bootie shorts with its matching tank, and crawled into bed to read more of the "Rejected Mate" before she fell into her slumber for the evening. She was hoping she'd sleep soundly with no visits from her past. here was to wishful thinking.