The Entanglement [Charlie Barber]

Chapter 8: Scarlett

A/N: cue the tiktok jiggle "I'm a fuckin' homosexual"....

It had been two days since you caught Ben cheating and two nights sleeping in Charlie's bed with him. Although you had once again awoke to an empty bed as Charlie was already downstairs, you figured climaxing six times in two days was a pretty solid compromise. Perhaps one day you would wake up in Charlie's arms, in awe of how sleepy his face would look, hair charmingly disheveled.

You lifted yourself out of bed and stretched before heading into the bathroom to freshen up. You saw a few things set out on display upon the vanity; a brand new toothbrush, toothpaste and lavender scented shampoo and conditioner. The thought of Charlie going out of his way to get these things for you so that you'd feel more comfortable at his place gave you butterflies.

You took a shower and used the thoughtful items as you got ready for the day. Once you got to the foot of the stairs you smelled something delicious in the air coming from the kitchen. You rounded the corner and saw Charlie sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on his coffee as he quietly read a book.

"Good morning." you said sweetly as you tipped your nose upwards and inhaled. "What is that delicious smell?"

Charlie peeked up from his book and grinned. "Muffins. Blueberry."

You walked over to him, humming in delight. He closed his book, watching you approach him and he opened his arms, inviting you to sit on his lap. You nestled up to him and ran your fingers through his ebony locks as he purred. "Did you sleep well?" you asked softly.

"Better than ever." He mewled as his lips grazed your neck, inhaling your scent through his nose. "You smell nice."

You grinned. "Thanks, my fuck buddy bought me some goodies."

You heard him chuckle against your skin. "Is that what my name is now?"

You tugged his hair, extending his neck to look up at you. "You'll always be daddy." you said, giving him a confirming look.

He growled at your answer. "That's my good girl."

You heard a buzzing sound from the stove and Charlie perked up. "Muffins are done."

You wiggled on his lap teasingly before getting up, to which he smiled and spanked your ass. Walking over to your purse, you grabbed your phone to check your messages. Three missed texts from Ben (insert eyeroll), then a missed call and voicemail from... Scarlett.

You blushed at the name. You hadn't seen or talked to Scarlett in at least a year. The last time you ran into each other at a random nightclub, she looked absolutely stunning. She was definitely one of those exes who just keeps getting hotter as time passes, making you regret every giving them up.

As Charlie took the muffins out of the oven you casually slipped into the hallway to listen to the voicemail in semi-privacy. You had no idea why she would've reached out but you were curious as hell to know.

"Hey love, it's Scar. I wanted to see if you were free for dinner this Saturday? I read in the Times that you're starring in some big Broadway play and I'm so happy for you! Would love to catch up. Call me."

Your heartbeat sped up hearing her sweet voice. You lowered the phone and stared at it in your hand while grinning uncontrollably. Charlie peeked around the corner and saw you. "Was that your other fuck buddy?" he said in jest, but secretly hoping he was wrong.

You looked up at him with a sparkle in your eyes. "Remember my safe word?"

Charlie adjusted his posture, standing tall and crossing his arms as he grinned. "Scarlett."