My eyes spring open and my heart jumps in my throat. Where is she? I look over to the en-suite bathroom; the doors open and the light is switched off.“Fuck!” I shout into the empty room. Why the hell did she leave? I listen for sounds around the house, but nothing. Not even a pinprick of a sound. “Why leave, Frankie?” I whisper to myself. Did I say something in my sleep that scared her off? Or was she really just looking for a quick fuck to lose her virginity?Frustrated, angry and with a bruised ego, I climb from bed. Shower, shit, shave and breakfast then to the gym. My usual routine. Hopefully, beating the shit out of a punch bag will release the pent up anger that’s been building since that text and has only escalated by Frankie doing a disappearing act, will make me feel better, more focused for work anyway.Relieving myself in the toilet, and sighing as my full bladder stops screaming at me, I flush and climb into the shower. Turning the knob, cold water blasts on my shoulders and I hiss through my teeth.
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