Arthur's head came up as the phone rang, his mouth leaving sweaty skin. The woman stretched out on his bed--beautiful, anonymous, didn't speak a word of English--groaned in annoyance and Arthur saw her slip a hand between her legs as he reached for the nightstand to check the incoming number.
Mal. He stood, leaving the Brazilian woman alone in a tangle of starched sheets and walked to the window. Hair was pushed out of his face as he accepted the call.
Arthur frowned at Mal's silence--it was unlike her. "Is everything alright? Is Dom okay?" He looked over at the bed; the woman had obviously decided that pleasing herself wasn't up to her standards; she was watching him, pouting with thick lips. Arthur shook his head and she huffed and sat up, dark hair tumbling over her shoulder as she reached for her clothes. "Are you okay, Mal?"
She didn't answer his questions - She didn't know if everything was all right. Dom was fine. No, she was not okay. - and instead finally heard herself speaking. "Are you busy? I was thinking we could go out, get a drink, talk - " Then she thought of Dom and wondered if he would be hurt knowing she was going out to talk with Arthur because she was scared of their unborn child or what it meant. " - if you're busy it's okay, I'll see you tomorrow, we can talk tomorrow - " She was ready to end the call.
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Mal. He stood, leaving the Brazilian woman alone in a tangle of starched sheets and walked to the window. Hair was pushed out of his face as he accepted the call.
"Hello?"
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