Having set herself down in front of her vanity mirror, Skyler’s fingers worked at giving her hair a bit more body, raking her meticulously manicured nails through waves of cocoa and burnt honey, her brows creased a little in the center because it just did not seem to want to cooperate with her that night. She was supposed to be meeting a client at some sort of business function that required everyone to bring a date – he was one of those guys that she knew by name, but wanted nothing to do with because of how he treated her when they were alone together, like she was some sort of pet.
Her hand reached out for the burning cigarette that was in the ashtray at her side, knowing that she would have to brush her teeth about 10 times before she left the house because he’d complain about how she tasted like an ashtray, otherwise. It was an understandable concern, she supposed, but knowing who it was she needed to see tonight made her crave the nicotine to calm down.
She would have preferred a joint, to be completely honest…
When her phone rang, she scrunched up her nose with distaste, expecting it to be the man she was supposed to be seeing later. She flicked the ashes of her cigarette, and blew out the smoke before she picked up the phone.
“You have April.”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she heard a male voice reply to it – a voice that made her smile instead of cringe, and allowed her to lean back more comfortably in her chair and cross her legs at the knee.
“Hello, Desmond.” She paused as she listened, and gave a sympathetic pout of her lips as he explained. “What’s the matter, honey, has the minister been making you miserable again? He's not working you too hard, is he?"
That was practically a rhetorical question, by this point in their…well, ‘relationship’.
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