Delilah
“Do you want to tell me what the hell you are playing at Delilah?” Greg, my managers voice was a high pitched screeching sound in my ear as I rolled over from under Doubles arm and answered my phone.
A narrow beam of early morning lights fell across his face and I took a split second just to stare at the man I had been in love with my entire life and engaged to since last night.
“Did you hear me Delilah?”
“Yeah I heard you Greg, stop shouting.” Yawning I swung my legs from the bed. “Why are you ringing to shout at me at seven in the morning?”
“Are you taking drugs Delilah? Is that what this is about?”
What was he on about? Pinching the skin between my eyebrows . “Greg I have just opened my eyes and I need caffeine , so either get to the point or get off the phone until I ca
