We’re finally home and I’m standing in my apartment. Sarah isn’t here, as usual, only this time it vexes me. There’s a crap load of male things infused throughout the apartment, and that rank smell of Marcus’s aftershave is over everything. I’m also aware that in the whole time I’ve been gone, I have only heard from her via text, asking about my mother briefly. I know I shouldn’t be upset. I barely touch base with her either, but I assumed I would have at least one call. Seeing as I haven’t been home in a week or more.

I march to my room and throw my suitcase down in agitation. I have two whole days at home for a change as Jake is shooting off to see his momma for her birthday, and for once, I’m not being dragged along for the occasion. I know Jake loves his mother and he wants some alone time with her; he has plans to take her on a shopping and spa day, her and her two sons.

My room is depressing, after the weeks of jumping from grand hotels and Jake’s apartment for quick changes and flight stop overs. I kind of miss it, the view from his comfy ivory tower and the city lights stretching below. My room’s claustrophobic and it doesn’t help that there’s a mountain of clothes piled on three surfaces, from my coming home to throw out the contents of one suitcase, and pack another before leaving again.

My cell beeps and I open the text, surprised to see Jake’s name already. We’ve barely left one another and I’m still wearing my dress from the dance. Red satin and floor length, all boobs, and shoulders on show.

What are you doing?

I guess he’s bored already, maybe like me he’s feeling listless and unsettled. I’ve been home less than an hour and already I’m itching to get out of these four walls. He’s supposed to be getting an early night for his trip home tomorrow, but I send a reply with a smile on my face.

Staring at a sea of pointless clothes and wondering how I’m going to wrestle Donna’s gold card away from those itchy fingers.

Can I come stare with you?

His reply makes me smile and that usual warmth grows in my chest.

My poor boss is really losing the ability to socialize with normal people, beyond me … What am I doing to him?

It’s still early, so I guess he isn’t ready for sleep. I know I’m not.

What’s the matter, Mr. Carrero, are you lonely in your ivory tower without me?

Maybe.

His reply is instant. I stifle a giggle; he’s impossible at times, like a child who needs my constant attention. Unable to satisfy his own boredom and I wonder where all his buddies and playthings are tonight? Surely, he can’t only have me to hang out with.

can I deny you

admit, I miss him already, I’m so used to his constant presence that standing here alone

Are you home alone?

are swift, and I can’t help but

Aren’t I always?

Sarah’s almost constant absence, yet he knows that Marcus hangs around, even when

be there

my cell and look around with a

up? It’s

at my own lack

way, “it’s only Jake?” How many weeks ago would I have had a meltdown at the thought of Jake

won’t have been hanging about outside waiting, he’s not that kind of creepy at all. It can’t be

out of my room and come face to face with the sleazy Marcus, all floppy

So now he has a

a little shocked at my arrival and throws me a nervous tight smile. His lanky frame meandering into the

think you were never coming back.” He grins with his lop-sided, toothy

reply flatly, anger simmering low down inside of me. Sarah has no right. I despise this guy on normal terms but

give it another go, and as she works a lot, we

Great … thanks Sarah.

I grind internally.

stand this wiry, curly headed, out of work actor. Free riding from my friend in our home. My voice is tight and

he blanches at me, and I push down the urge to throw something at

half my apartment, and I pay half the bills.” I retort

my cleavage down to my ankles and slowly back up. He makes me sick. I’m beyond livid, and

Smarmy prick.

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