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ONE MONTH LATER
Orlando is out of town for the entire weekend which means Elowyn has cleared hr schedule and has agreed to stay the weekend at mine. I had the maid clean the entire apartment, top to bottom and I also had her stock the fridge. I've booked a table at a new restaurant Elowyn told me she wanted to try and made sure she tell Orlando that we're going together for food so it doesn't raise any suspicion.
After dinner, we arranged to go and see a movie together and I've bought a bunch of tulips, her favourite flower, along with a vase. I've never bought flowers for a woman before, I can only hope that she likes them.
At quarter to four, everything is ready and I take a quick shower and shave my face before pulling on a white suit, a white vest beneath the suit jacket and pull on a pair of beige dress shoes. Elowyn should be here withing twenty minutes and I can feel my excitement build at the thought of seeing her again.
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As she walks into my apartment, late, she's already talking.
"Harry? God, I'm so sorry, baby. Lando wanted me to go to the airport with him. I tried to leave as soon as possible but the traffic was murder."
She stops talking and moving when she sees me. In one hand she has an overnight bag and her tote bag is in the other. I'm sat in my arm chair, drinking. I've had a few glasses of whiskey but I don't really feel the effects of it just yet.
"Bought you something." I nod my head towards the vase of tulips on my coffee table, "I'm surprised they didn't fucking die with how late you are."
I quickly grab the glass and throw it towards the trash can. The vase smashes and water is spilled over the floor, practically drowning the flowers that are now on the floor. I sit back down and light a cigarette, watching her in silence.
"You know, maybe you were onto something with the idea of me fucking another woman." I laugh humourlessly, "At least she would have been here on time, right? I'd be able to take her out for dinner, we could go and see a movie. I wouldn't have to worry if she'll be nearly three fucking hours late!"
She hesitantly walks towards me and when she's in front of me, I stare up at her as my blood boils. I'm asking myself what the problem is. I try to do something nice for her, and she doesn't even show up on time. Whenever I've been to her apartment, I'm there on the dot, no earlier and definitely not later.
She gently cups my face, her thumb caressing my cheek as I speak.
