Boudoir Secrets

Chapter 29

Paul turned up his nose at the beggar in the stairwell and stepped over a pile of newspapers that were probably the old man's home. He needed to get himself a nice, swish apartment like James. The bastard got him good. His lip was still swollen. Distractedly, he glanced at his surroundings. Maybe he could just burn this stinking place to the ground. With the rat population increasing and people using the hallways as a sewer, noone would even care. A cat meowed and hissed as he accidentally tripped over it and scattered away into the shadows. This location had suited him well but it was definitely time to move on. Grappling with the door, trying desperately not to touch anything in the process, he entered the dank flat. It was sparsely furnished, yet clean compared to the remainder of the building. He couldn't live like an animal.

As he sat himelf on the spindly chair, he raised his legs onto the table and leaned back as far as he dared. There were so many loose ends he had to take care of before he moved on. Possessions he needed to relocate subtly, without alerting anyone.

Standing once more, he went to his barren fridge and stared into it. There was some moldy cheese and left overs from the takeaway he had ordered a  few nights back. He closed it again and went to his wallet to see how much cash he had on him. Enough to order a pizza.

Grunting, Paul decided it was time for a proper meal in the company of a proper human being. He showered and dressed carefully, then left to organise a meal for two.