Page 10 of Morsel

“Do you know her?” I ask.

“No.”

“I thought you owned the building.”

“No more talking, Dolly.”

When the elevator finally stops, the doors open to a small lobby. We step off of the elevator. Oscar steps up to the ornate marble door. He reaches for a keypad, and he inputs a password.

“Inside,” he says, and I walk ahead of him into the apartment.

Somehow, I know that no matter what happens next, my world is about to change.

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Oscar

I hate the way she’s wiggling her ass as she moves.

She doesn’t even realize she does this.

Dolly stands in the center of my minimalist apartment, and she turns to look at me. Despite everything, my dick doesn’t seem to get the message that she’s bad for me.

For us.

She’s going to tear me apart if I let her, but oh, I want to let her.

“What are you going to do now?”

“Hand me your stuff,” I say. She slides off her jacket and hands it to me. I feel inside of her pockets, but they’re empty. She’s standing in her black dress pants and her white blouse.

She looks beautiful.

“Take off your shoes.”

She does.

“Phone.”

I hold my hand out.

“What?”

“Give me your phone.”

She pulls it out of her pocket. There are a dozen missed calls from her brother. I’m sure he’s going crazy trying to find her. Good. He can afford to worry a little bit.

I drop it on the floor, and I step on it.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Dolly cries out. She moves to stop me, but I hold my hand up. Instantly, she stops moving. She stands still.

I reach for the broken phone, and I take it into the kitchen. There’s a hammer in my bottom drawer, and I pull it out.

“Oscar, don’t.”

“Shut up, Dolly.”

Three good strikes and the phone is really dead. I toss it in the trash, and I look at her.

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