Smut & Filth. Chapter twelve.

"Coffee Break-Up".


“Hiya baby. You were fucking filthy last…” He looked around but she was nowhere to be seen.

He saw the pan beginning to bubble on the stove and turned off the flame, a look of confusion on his face. He could smell the croissants in the oven. She must have gone back out to get something else. Wrapping his towel around himself he began making the tea and coffee.

He sipped his coffee as he watched for her return from the tall window. Eventually, once he’d drained the last of his drink, he began to worry. She was a big girl, he thought, she’ll be okay. He plucked his coat from the chair and returned it to the wardrobe then took the croissants from the oven. They were burnt to a crisp. He smiled and muttered “ditzy twat” as a light appeared in the corner of his eye, drawing his attention to the chair. His phone? He furrowed his brow and went to collect it.

A new message from Michelle and three prior messages. He read the notifications.

“Awww fuck!” Realisation dawned and panic filled his belly, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He dialed her number, he needed to explain, but her phone went straight to voicemail.

“FUCK!”

He stumbled around the room, dressing quickly and cursing, then ran, one foot clad in a trainer and one in a black leather shoe, from the apartment and into the bright sunshine.


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