Escape Across the Pond

Chapter 25

Alex POV

I woke up to the incessant ringing of my phone way too early in the morning considering the late and wild night I had with Cora. She has her back to me now with her bare arse pressed up against me and I'm wrapped around her. When have I ever been the type to cuddle a woman throughout the night? Never that's when. I'm finding it fuckin difficult to pull myself away from her to answer the bloody fuckin phone. I grunt and roll away just as the piece of shite stops ringing. Bloody hell. Suppose I could take a piss since I've already made it this far. Fuck. I'm absolutely obsessed with this girl. I stand from the bed and stretch, then run my hands over my face.

The sun's barely up. Who the hell would be calling this early on a Sunday? Grandmama maybe. She loves to irritate me and I can imagine she would be up this early. I grab the phone off the table just as it starts to ring again. Bash's name flashes across the screen. Now that's not what I expected. I quiet the phone to not disturb Coraline but she still seems to be out cold. Which is to be expected after the most perfect fuck fest I've ever had in my life.

I walk into the bathroom and answer the phone, "What the fuck do you want this early in the goddamn morning?" I grunt out and raise the lid on the toilet to relieve myself.

"Fuck mate, you know I wouldn't bother you but fuckin Beatrice is at the shop mate. She was beating on the door for half an hour before I finally answered. She says she has to see you urgently." Bash rushes out. I can hear her shrill voice in the background demanding that I come and speak to her. Fuck.

"Tell her to fuck off, mate. I'm not interested. I've made myself clear on the fuckin subject." I huff and finish up my business and make my way to the sink to wash my hands.

"I've already explained that. She says she has something to say about your 'American Slag'. Her words, not mine mate. You know we love Cora." he says down the line and I practically hear his eyes rolling.

"Fuck. She's not going to let this go is she?" I ask in exasperation.

"I highly fuckin doubt that mate, the way she's been carrying on like a complete fuckin nutter." Bash laughs and I hear her screech in the background.

"I can't have her messin with Coraline. I'm just goin to have to come down there and set this cunt straight personally." I groan. "I'll be there in thirty minutes," I say and hang up the phone.

I'm just going to run down to the shop and tell her to fuck off for good, then I'll hopefully slip back in the bed without disturbing Coraline. Or maybe I can wake her up when I return with a good morning fuck. Yes, that sounds fucking fantastic.

With that thought in mind, I quickly got dressed in last night's slacks and button-up shirt. It's obvious that this is what I wore last night but who fucking cares. Coraline looked gorgeous last night and there was no way I was going to let her go alone. Not because I don't trust her but because she's fucking stunning and I know that more than one bloke was eyeing my girl all night.

I'm smiling to myself about how perfect she is on my way out to the car. I've completely lost the plot with this girl. The lads keep giving me shite about it but I don't give a fuck. I know a good thing when I see it and I'm not going to fuck it up.

I'm still thinking about how much fun I had at that boring charity shite last night when I pulled up to the garage and I knew it had everything to do with her. I reach the side door in the alley when the damn thing comes flying open and nearly hits me in the fucking face.

"Whoa. What the fuck?" I shout and jump backward. Beatrice is storming out of the garage with Bash's giant arse hot on her heels. I don't think I've ever seen Beatrice this disheveled and it's a little unsettling.