Room for Two

Epilogue

Dear my Boyfriends Mistress,

Welcome to our home and my bed.

I’ve known about you for quite some time now but wasn’t sure how I should react.

I mean, thank you for at least getting him to start dressing better but Jesus don’t you think you could start paying for your own clothes every once in a while?

Also, while I can appreciate the need to wash him off your skin after a session on my custom mattress, could you stop leaving the empty conditioner bottle in the rack? I mean seriously, it’s hard enough getting him to change the toilet roll but it’s just as frustrating having to step out into the cold air in search of a new bottle!

While I no longer have to pretend, I’m asleep when he comes home late stinking of whiskey and cigars, maybe you could take him to the gym so he has more energy on the nights he’s home at a decent hour. A woman has needs and if I have the lights off, I can picture Chris Hemsworth and get that magic “O”. While his d***s too small to get me there, we spent a lot of time getting his hands up to speed!

Speaking of his late nights, what is the brand of that lipstick you use? Seriously, that stuff doesn’t budge and you should buy shares in that company. Maybe instead of leaving your knickers, you could leave me a new stick? Just search through my draws like you usually do and you’ll know my colour preferences.

With that said, I’m going stag to my friends’ Wedding tomorrow and it would be amazing if you could help him move all his s**t from my house. I’ve already contacted the agent and removed his name from the lease to start as of Monday next week. Perhaps he could crash at yours that night, I’m hoping to find a single groomsman to bring home. Big hands, Big feet… enough said.

I’ve washed the delicate’s you left last time (attached), please leave your donation for services in the top draw.

Practice Safe s*x!

Bianca

P.S. After speaking to a few of your work colleagues, I discovered your other little secret. Does Mark know that 9 months ago you were actually a man? If not, PLEASE let me be the one to break it to him, after everything I’ve been through this year I could use this.

Bianca read over her letter one last time before she folded it, sighing as yet another man had left her disappointed and single. Were there no decent guys around? Was it her? She stopped tapping the crisp white paper against her lip, last thing she needed was a cut lip on top of everything else and rested the folded letter against the freshly cleaned knickers she’d discovered while cleaning. She slung her duffle bag over her shoulder and made her way towards the door. With one last glance around at her little home, she knew it wouldn’t look like this when she returned. Upon discovering her note, he’d go into a fit of rage and trash her beautiful sanctuary, but at least he could no longer hurt her. Lying bastard. She closed the door gently to avoid waking him. She wanted to put some distance between them to avoid the guaranteed back-lash and tormenting sneer. She had no intention of returning back to her house until Monday in case he didn’t leave. At least then the ball would be in her court and she could get the police to make him leave.