Post by mac on Jun 26, 2017 1:28:42 GMT
Arthur wasn’t exactly convinced, and Erin’s call faded to voicemail. He didn’t want to leave, but he knew he had other shit to do. ”Just – what?! What did I even do?!” Arthur was flabbergasted. He paused for a moment, inhaled, and shook his head. ”Whatever. When the fuck don’t I piss you off? Just – call me if you need me.”
Seriously? What was her problem? Arthur was about to leave when he noticed her bag of things. She hadn’t brought anything into the bathroom, right? So was she telling him to leave to get dressed? He blinked. He’d already seen her naked, and she always flaunted her body in front of him, usually to either arouse or tease him. What reason would she have to be insecure? They had just had sex a few weeks ago. He shook the thoughts off and exited his room, taking his clothes with him.
He left his room and shut the door behind him, staring at the wall. Was everything really okay? He was tempted to open the door again and ask but knew she’d kill him if he did. Besides, he would hate if she did that to him. He glanced at his phone, seeing the missed voicemail. He listened, headed down the hall, and redialed Erin’s number.
The phone call was about the wedding – she wanted to get his RSVP. He confirmed that he’d be bringing his girlfriend s his date and the two went back and forth until Arthur told her he had to go. Once his call was done he stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower, taking a very brief one before he got dressed and sprayed cologne onto his body and styled his hair.
He stepped out in his black slacks and a soft yellow polo shirt. He fastened his nametag onto his chest and stepped out of the spare bathroom, heading to the kitchen. He glanced towards his door. ”Chardonnay, I’m going to work,” he said. Was she done? Was she all right? He narrowed his eyes. ”You can stay here if you want to, just lock the door when you leave.” Just like when they were fucking, except now they were more than that. He cleared his throat and grabbed his wallet and keys off of the counter, slipping his phone into his rear pocket.