𝘾𝙝𝙚́𝙧𝙞𝙚 // 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐎𝐜 (Book #1)

DOLLHOUSE// CH8

Minor Trigger warning: this chapter includes John, and some mentions of some gang things... Enjoy reading 

⋆⁺₊⋆ Chérie ⋆⁺₊⋆

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces
Everyone thinks that we're perfect

Please don't let them look through the curtains

- Melanie Martinez

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October 26th 6:45 pm

As Mercedes picked her heels to Matts apartment, she regretted not calling him before to figure out where his clothes would be but right now he was in a meeting with a new client, and it wasn't that important.

Nor did he tel her that the key to his apartment was, so she put her detective self on and slipped her debit card through he lock of the door, jammed deer hips against the door and then it opened.

As she walked through the hall, she felt a sudden awkwardness because if she were well, caught then she could go to jail for like five years. Not the point, the door wasn't harmed and she was just picking his tux up. As she walked to the living room, a smile preyed on he lips as she saw a small coffee on the ottoman with a tape recorder.

As she waltzed to the ottoman, she placed her black bedazzled clutch that came with the dress down, and bent her knees down to the floor. As her hand slipped around the coffee, she noticed how it was boiling. Her fingers nearly dropped the cup as the heat lathered her palms; she thought how weird it was that it was warm, because Matt was at a meeting right now— oh right. He's daredevil. He can do that.

She wondered what the tape recorder said, so as she played the tape she heard a very out of breath Matt say, "Hey, it's Matt." You don't say? "Well, you know that" you know me well. "I was going to leave a note hat said for you to call me," Foggy would kill you if you had to skip the meeting "but once foggy found out that I was going to call you in the middle of our meeting he nearly killed me" Aha! I know you very well. Or Foggy. Not sure how that works. "I haven't known you for a long time, but I know you drink coffee about ten times a day. One at five, one at nine, another at eleven, one at two, four, six, eight, ten, twelve, and three" So, you've diagnosed me as a drug addict? "I hope you like this, and hopefully we can have a nice first date. Bye Merce, see you in a bit."

Mercedes smiled as the tape began to roll back to the beginning. As you paused it, she walked over to his room, where then she saw his suit hanging

A black suit, with a freshly pressed white shirt, on the side of the suit there was a charcoal satin bowtie hanging from a separate hanger.

Didn't know they had hangers for bow ties.

As Mercedes unhooked the hanger she then waltzed back into he living room and took her clutch and headed to the law firm where Matt, Karen and Foggy just finished interceding their client.

As Matt got up from his chair, he inched his fingers to the wall, as Karen and Foggy argued, "C'mon her husband was sketchy from the beginning..." said Karl as she sorted all the files from the case.

"They were seventeen. Nobody's sketchy at seventeen, just hormonal." said Foggy as he counterclaimed Karen thought, "Foggy," said Karen which sent Matt already laughing, "he went to juvie before meeting her. If that isn't sketchy—"