me.”
Bentham shook his head and stared at the eggshell blue carpet. “I was devastated.”
“So devastated that you fell asleep?”
“I wasn’t.”
“Dave, I could hear you snoring.”
“I was heartbroken, It’s just that I was so tired after work.”
Roxanna slapped Bentham’s shoulder. “Whatever. All you care about is work.”
“Look. Don’t start this again.”
Roxanna rolled on her side, and stared at the ivory wall. “Jose's selling his bar.”
“I thought he was just a barman?”
“He owns it, Dave.” Roxanna sighed. “Do you ever listen to me?”
“Anyway, what about the Spanish twat.”
“Portuguese, he’s Portuguese”
“Whatever he is, he’s still a twat.”
Roxanna muttered quietly. “He’s moving back to Lisbon.”
“So that’s why you came back to me…. He won’t take you with him.”
“He is married.”
“Oh, the irony.”
“He told me he would give me a decent price on his bar.” Roxanna sat up and smiled. “Anyway, it got me thinking, would you want to buy it and run it with me?”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m run off my feet with the force.”
Roxanna massaged Bentham’s shoulder with her fingers, “I was thinking you can give up your job. Start again with me.”
“I can’t, it’s my life.”
Roxanna let go of his shoulder and folded her arms. “I knew that was what you were going to say.”
“Then why ask?”
“It’s a great little business, loyal customers, has an annual turnover of at least a hundred fifty grand.”
“I love the force though, you know I do.”
“Don’t you love me though?”
“Yes, yes, you know I do.”
Roxanna glared at Bentham. “You have given the force almost twenty years. So if you do love me, give me some time. I’ve been patient enough for all those years.”
“Have you fuck, you fucked Jose... and he’s the only one you admitted to. I’m sure there’s more.”
“There isn’t.”
“How much would it cost us?” Bentham laughed. “Fuck, listen to me.”
“Why are you laughing?”
“How would you exactly pay for a business like that?”
“We have savings and we can sell the house.”
Bentham stood from the bed. “Sell the fucking house, it’s mine now?”
“The bar has a nice flat, really done up well too.”
“I suppose that is where he was scuttling you wasn’t it?”
Roxanna stood face to face with Bentham. She tapped his chest with the palms of her hands. “Look we’ll get a new bed. It will be fine.”
“But it will be like going right back to square one.”
“Exactly.”
“No, forget it.”
Roxanna garbed his crotch. “Come on please. Don’t make me beg you.”
I’m a detective.” He felt Roxanna slip her hand into his boxer shorts. “I’m … I’m …” He closed his eyes. “No, not this again.”
“You’re a c lub owner … Just think of all the drunk pretty girls you’ll be serving.”
“Please.”
“Impressing them with your detective stories.”
Bentham felt her tighten her grip “You’re a naughty girl, Roxanna.”
“You’re nice and hard. Do you want me to get your handcuffs?”
“When do I have to find the money?”
Roxanna pushed him on the bed. “We’ll talk business later….”
“One thing.”
“What?”
“Tell me the truth, if the fucking greasy -haired spic didn’t fuck you off. Would you be here now?” Bentham watched Roxanna pull down his boxers with her teeth. “Rox.”
“What?”
“Are you here just because he let you go?” Roxanna began rubbing hand down Bentham’s penis, but yelped as he slapped her hand way. “Answer me.”
“I’m sorry … I’m really sorry about what happened.”
Bentham pulled his boxers back up his milk bottle legs. He stepped over the sobbing Roxanna. “I knew it.”
“I’m your Persian princess, remember?”
“You were until you joined bloody Gomez’s harem.”
“Jose …. How many times do I have to tell you?”
He
Bentham shook his head and stared at the eggshell blue carpet. “I was devastated.”
“So devastated that you fell asleep?”
“I wasn’t.”
“Dave, I could hear you snoring.”
“I was heartbroken, It’s just that I was so tired after work.”
Roxanna slapped Bentham’s shoulder. “Whatever. All you care about is work.”
“Look. Don’t start this again.”
Roxanna rolled on her side, and stared at the ivory wall. “Jose's selling his bar.”
“I thought he was just a barman?”
“He owns it, Dave.” Roxanna sighed. “Do you ever listen to me?”
“Anyway, what about the Spanish twat.”
“Portuguese, he’s Portuguese”
“Whatever he is, he’s still a twat.”
Roxanna muttered quietly. “He’s moving back to Lisbon.”
“So that’s why you came back to me…. He won’t take you with him.”
“He is married.”
“Oh, the irony.”
“He told me he would give me a decent price on his bar.” Roxanna sat up and smiled. “Anyway, it got me thinking, would you want to buy it and run it with me?”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m run off my feet with the force.”
Roxanna massaged Bentham’s shoulder with her fingers, “I was thinking you can give up your job. Start again with me.”
“I can’t, it’s my life.”
Roxanna let go of his shoulder and folded her arms. “I knew that was what you were going to say.”
“Then why ask?”
“It’s a great little business, loyal customers, has an annual turnover of at least a hundred fifty grand.”
“I love the force though, you know I do.”
“Don’t you love me though?”
“Yes, yes, you know I do.”
Roxanna glared at Bentham. “You have given the force almost twenty years. So if you do love me, give me some time. I’ve been patient enough for all those years.”
“Have you fuck, you fucked Jose... and he’s the only one you admitted to. I’m sure there’s more.”
“There isn’t.”
“How much would it cost us?” Bentham laughed. “Fuck, listen to me.”
“Why are you laughing?”
“How would you exactly pay for a business like that?”
“We have savings and we can sell the house.”
Bentham stood from the bed. “Sell the fucking house, it’s mine now?”
“The bar has a nice flat, really done up well too.”
“I suppose that is where he was scuttling you wasn’t it?”
Roxanna stood face to face with Bentham. She tapped his chest with the palms of her hands. “Look we’ll get a new bed. It will be fine.”
“But it will be like going right back to square one.”
“Exactly.”
“No, forget it.”
Roxanna garbed his crotch. “Come on please. Don’t make me beg you.”
I’m a detective.” He felt Roxanna slip her hand into his boxer shorts. “I’m … I’m …” He closed his eyes. “No, not this again.”
“You’re a c lub owner … Just think of all the drunk pretty girls you’ll be serving.”
“Please.”
“Impressing them with your detective stories.”
Bentham felt her tighten her grip “You’re a naughty girl, Roxanna.”
“You’re nice and hard. Do you want me to get your handcuffs?”
“When do I have to find the money?”
Roxanna pushed him on the bed. “We’ll talk business later….”
“One thing.”
“What?”
“Tell me the truth, if the fucking greasy -haired spic didn’t fuck you off. Would you be here now?” Bentham watched Roxanna pull down his boxers with her teeth. “Rox.”
“What?”
“Are you here just because he let you go?” Roxanna began rubbing hand down Bentham’s penis, but yelped as he slapped her hand way. “Answer me.”
“I’m sorry … I’m really sorry about what happened.”
Bentham pulled his boxers back up his milk bottle legs. He stepped over the sobbing Roxanna. “I knew it.”
“I’m your Persian princess, remember?”
“You were until you joined bloody Gomez’s harem.”
“Jose …. How many times do I have to tell you?”
He
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