It sure did smell good, that was the first thing he noticed when he approached her apartment. Yet he could smell that there was a scent that didn’t belong, like someone had been lingering for a while. Apparently she had told the truth about the stalker. Without any more delay he moved to the door, knocking and eyeing the marks there. Had this guy tried to break in? …
“ No problem. “ He came inside, cleaning his boots on the doormat and hanging his jacket on the coat hanger. “ I’ll take a beer, thanks! “ He called back before following as he looked around. Been a while since he was here. When was that, last summer? He came to fix her pipe and remember how god damn hot it was that day. He had to work shirtless and .. On second thought he didn’t really want to remember that. So instead he walked into the kitchen to peer at the stove. Damn that sure looked good.
“ So.. Wanna tell me who this guy is that’s been hanging around your front yard? I found footprints on the place still reeks of him. So I’m assumin’ its gettin’ worse. “
Leaning back he rested a hand on the desk, watching her and giving her some time to reply. As she was suddenly doing three things at once and he didn’t want to rush her. Even if this woman could be a pain, she wasn’t a bad person and tried her best to make it worthwhile for him. So there was no reason for Bandit to treat this like a hassle, so far it was actually quite nice.
Minus the crazy stalker threat of course.
Not much had changed since Bandit’s last visit. The furniture in Morgan home was always sparse, just enough to function comfortably but nothing you couldn't leave behind. Despite having lived here well over a year it still looked like she had just moved in, save some heavy scratches and cracks on the wall and floor, half covered up with a plush pink rug.
"He said his name is Jeremy and we hooked up. Nothing fancy, met at a bar, flirted, screwed in the men’s room, you know the usual routine.” Grabbing a beer from the fridge she tossed him the cold can and returned to the stove to flip the bacon with a loud hiss of crackling fat. “I’m upfront about just wanting sex, always am and the majority of people are happy to oblige. Occasionally however, you get someone like Jeremy.”
“At first it was just meeting in the same bar again and again. I’d go on random nights and different times and he just always seemed to be there and always wanted to talk or buy me a drink or offer another go. It was whatever. Then he had flowers one night and I told him we weren’t anything and he seemed like he got it but to play it safe I stopped going to that bar.”
Turning the heat down she grabbed a thick loaf of bread and continued explaining as she cut a slice off.
“Then-” She sounded so done already. “-He started showing up shortly after I’d arrived somewhere else. Even if I was with someone he’d just linger around close enough he knew I could see him and approach whenever I was alone for two seconds. This time I told him to fuck off pretty bluntly but I don’t think he was even listening.” A hand lifted. “Look I know this is 100% on me for not being more picky but you really can’t tell which ones are going to be like this.”
“Anyway long story short it’s been three months and he’s just been escalating to the point he’s now scaring off anyone I bring around by being an annoying ass. I don’t know how he found where I lived.”
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