Tuesday, 13 June 2017

Cake part 4

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For part one click herepart two here and part three here
James tapped on the window and waited. He rocked from heel to toe and prepared his excuse if anyone else answered the door. But excuses were not needed. Chloe opened the door and immediately threw herself into his arms. 
“I thought you weren’t going to come back,” she said, between kisses and sobs. 
“I couldn’t resist your eggs,” he said. 
She punched his chest and then kissed him again. 
“You need a shower.” 
“I need two,” he replied. 
She led him through the house and up the stairs into the bathroom. “I’ll get you a towel.” By the time she came back, he was naked. 
“Nice,” she smiled and touched his chest. 
The water felt like champagne for the skin. He washed and scrubbed and washed again until he felt as clean as a baby. Then he smothered himself in soap again. They chatted as best they could as he cleansed himself.  
“You coming in?” he said, but there was no reply. James froze, was this a trap? He listened for signs of life. Then, he rinsed and stepped out of the shower. Shit, his clothes were gone. He dried himself, wrapped the towel around him and tiptoed through the house. It was still, the sunbeams making dust float over the landing.  He was sure he was going to be ambushed by English’s men at any moment. He pushed open a door and peered in. There was Chloe lying on the bed, naked.
“Wow,” he said.  
James felt like a traveller returning home as he explored the unfamiliar familiarity of Chloe’s body. He was back where he belonged.  
“Wow,” she said. 

“What did you do with my clothes?” James asked, once he had got his breath back. 
“I put them in the washing machine, they should be dry in twenty minutes.” 
“Thank you,” James kissed Chloe’s forehead. “So, you’re married to old Eddie English?”
Chloe looked at him. “How do you know?” 
“I have my sources.” 
“Have you been spying on me?” Chloe sat up in bed. 
“No, don’t be daft,” James said. 
Chloe reached for her gown and got out of bed. 
“What happened to the feisty, little leftie,” James asked. 
“What was I supposed to do? You know how it is for women, we’ve got three options, trophy wife, prostitute or production line,” she walked across to the window and picked up her electronic cigarette, smoke billowed around her. She forced a smile. “Eddie was lovely back then, all roses and promises. We fell in love. And he’s not the monster the press have him to be. He’s doing his job. He’s got two options too, do what he’s told or else.”
James scratched his chin and listened.
“But he wasn’t even a fascist back then, he was just lovely, romantic Eddie.” 
James laughed at the thought it.
“Fuck you, James. We all knew how things would go. He offered me security. What was I meant to do, wait for you?  I made a choice. I live with it.” 
“Come here,’ James said. Chloe turned around, a tear dropped on the carpet. 
“Your clothes will be dry.”
“Chloe?” But she was gone.  When she came back with an armful of clothes, James took her in his arms her and kissed her. “I hate you,” she said. 
“You don’t,” he said, as he was getting dressed. 
“I do, now get out of here and don’t come back.”
James tried to kiss her but she pulled away. 

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