Page 7 of Filthy Messages: Stalker Alert!

“Ah, it sounds like you still haven’t got laid yet, dear.”

I look to the ceiling in the hope that some divine lightning will pierce through my building at put me out of my misery. When I look out the window, I realise it will never happen as it’s a sunny day outside.

“Mum, it’s not easy meeting someone nowadays. There are so many weirdos out there. Kevin was one of them. He not only stood me up but ghosted me afterwards. He seemed like a nice normal person.”

“It will happen when you least expect it, Gia. Have faith. In the meantime, make sure you masturbate. You sound far too grumpy. It will do you the world of good.”

I close my eyes and try to end the conversation quickly before it escalates.

“Thanks, Mum. I will speak to you soon. Give Dad a kiss from me. Love you,” I said before quickly hanging up on her.

I messaged Simone to update her about the apartment and asked if we could exchange mothers.

Simone: 15:27 LoL, you can have mine for free. You only get to see her good side. You can stay at mine if you need to.

I smile at her response. Her mother is nuts in a whole different way.

Me: 15:28 Thanks, but I should be fine. I left all my details with three agents. Fancy coming over and helping me drink some wine?

Simone: 15:29 Free wine? I will be there in twenty.

She still doesn't know about my dirty texts. I might as well enjoy my last night off. Who knows when I will get another weekend off?

My fingers hover over my phone, and I message him.

Me: 15:31 How is your weekend going?

Filthy Fucker: 15:32 I was doing a little overtime sorting a few things out.

Me: 15:33 You still never told me what you do?

Filthy Fucker: 15:33 I work in construction.

I picture a typical construction worker.

Me: 15:34 Beer belly and jeans hanging down your hairy crack?

Filthy Fucker: 15:35 Hardly! I’m more like site management.

Me: 15:36 Oooh, Lah-Di-Dah. Are you still too scared to tell me your name? I’m not a stalker.

Filthy Fucker: 15:36 Roman.

Me: 15:37 Hmm. Nice name.

“Roman the Filthy Fucker.” I said out loud. It suits him.

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“What do you mean you have to let me go? But why?”

I look at my boss incredulously. I have done nothing but bent over backwards for this prick.

“I have no choice. You will get a settlement figure because of the contract you signed.”

He sits at his desk, and the fucker can’t even look at my face.

“Fuck you, Lewis. You're nothing but a lazy cunt. You were a shit boss, and shove your reference up your pansy little asshole.”

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