AN: I love my guys but I don't think I can write Mr. M's POV again, that ish was hard. Like the new cover?! I do too! Which is why I'm dedicating this chapter to the artist- @burningbrightishly
P.S. Big shot out to PiesandThighs because honestly, she's an awesome supporter of SDC. I also recommend her book 'His 90 Day PA.' Hot. Steamy. Interracial?

Phoebe's POV:

I snuggle deeper into the covers but the warmth I'm looking for isn't where it's supposed to be. I stick my hand out and pat down the area in my immediate vicinity.

Nothing but pillows and extra cover material.

In surprise I pry my eyes open and look around. Since my head's on the pillow still, I can't see much, therefore my head pops up and I rest my weight onto my elbows. I don't even want to think about what my hair looks like.

The room is crazy quiet except for the ventilation system so I know that I'm the only one here.
'Where did Mr. M go?'

I plop back onto the bed and weigh my options.

One, I could go back to sleep. It's by far the easiest one and my body immediately votes for it. But my eyes are curious to look around Mr. M's space.

Two, I could go take a bath assuming that the door across the room does indeed lead to his bathroom. Then maybe go searching for Mr. M depending on how refreshed I feel. My body is iffy on that one so it's not a definite no, plus it'll curve some of my curiosity at seeing more of the place.

My third and final option is to go all Adventure Time in a search for Mr. M. No baths. No going back to sleep. Just me throwing on some clothes and peeping into random rooms, maybe even yelling his name if I feel bold enough. Every cell in my body revolts but then I hypothesize that Mr. M will either come back to bed or get in the tub with me.

Or both. I want both.

Since my decision was already made, all that needed to happen was the executing of said plan with military precision.

I actively bury my head deeper into the pillow not wanting to move a muscle, the other options were good to theorize but option one had the advantage of my already being here. It's the unknown law of physics; A Phoebe at rest will stay at rest until annoyed enough to get her ass up, no matter the occasion. I smile contentedly because my blanket to body ratio is perfect so that I don't feel too hot or too cold.

A pinging noise reaches my ears and my head pops up again. My eyes search the room for the noise until they land on a bundle of fabrics in a chair way too far from me on the other side of the room, near the door.

In true lazy fashion, I reach my arm out to grab the phone knowing that it's too far but trying to stretch out to get it anyway. Seeing as though I didn't turn into Mr. Fantastic overnight, my arm doesn't extend over a couple of yards to grab the pinging device. I then try to squint at it like I've seen done in the movies, mainly Matilda and X-Men, but I decide to stop seeing as though I've already tried to copy one super hero today. The pinging continues so I steel myself to ignore it since I'm not mystical or genetically enhanced enough for us to connect without the physical act of getting up, but then it makes another noise that has my curiosity peaked.

Before I know what's happening, I'm out of the bed and crossing the room. It's funny how the brain over dramatizes the simplest things. Now that I'm on two legs, I don't understand why I was so reluctant in the first place.

I walk up to the chair and see that the pile of fabrics are my and Mr. M's clothes from the bathroom down the hall. Also, the noise maker is my phone. Mr. M must've switched on my ringer.

Three missed calls. Five text messages. And one video message, I didn't even know my phone could receive videos so of course I watch that first.

Mr. M connected my phone to the charger in the outlet next to the chair, my phone must've now just powered on.

The video at first is dark but then I'm looking at a now smiling Ross and Meghan. They must've made up while I was getting laid. It suddenly occurs to me that I don't hear the party people downstairs anymore so I look at the time on my phone. It's nearly four o'clock. I don't know what time we got here but I think it's weird for a party to stop so early, but then again I've never been to a party with this crowd.

Something catches my attention in the video again and I notice that those two romantic idiots are in my apartment. Ross is kissing her while on my couch. I can almost smell the cleaning products I'll have to use to erase the memories of the sex I'm pretty sure they're having on some surface or couch of mine.

Ross may be sprung but I know that he'd never defile my bed. On the other hand, he would grab my softest blankets though and use them however he saw fit. My vision goes red at the thought of him using my favorite snowflake blanket that just so happens to be in the front of my laundry closet because I just washed it.
'Oh hell no.'

I quickly throw on my dress that's been neatly folded in the chair and notice that Mr. M added my previously stolen underwear to the pile.

'Damn. Mr. M drove me here.' All I can think about is those two getting it on in my apartment and how much I'm going to kill Ross if he's fucking on my favorite blanket. I need to get there fast. Out of instinct I pull up my bus app just in case I can't find Mr. M.

Heading out the door, I look around one last time to make sure that I have everything I need.

Walking back down the hallway is quite different since I'm not distracted by Mr. M. The doors are all different colors and the child in me can't help but think about all the different cartoons I've seen with different doors. Each one had a special characteristic or a different creature popping out of it which was funny.

Now as an adult, I can't help my curiosity but I refuse to snoop through someones house. It's bad manners-plus, a good percentage of me already knows that most of these doors are locked. No one in their right mind who really knows Mr. M should assume that he'd leave his doors open with or without strangers around.

So far I haven't heard anything from inside the rooms enough to think he's there so I keep going until I'm near the staircase leading downstairs. There are still people here contrary to what I thought before, they're just talking and the music has been turned down exponentially. The buzz of conversation is pretty loud but I'm not surprised that I couldn't hear it.

There's a bridge-like walkway connecting to the other side of the apartment but the railings are transparent so anyone who bothers to look up will see me awkwardly walking by. I clutch my shoes and phone and purposely walk by without looking down. I keep my head held high and my spine straight.

It's at this moment that I remember that I have done nothing with my hair, which has been tossed around from sex and my crazy sleeping. Meaning that it's all over the place and hasn't seen a comb/ brush in hours to untangle my curls. I'm blushing so hard but thankfully the walkway is short, maybe only three yards or so but it was long enough for me to think that everyone on the lower level has seen my walk of shame.

As soon as I'm out of sight, I check the immediate doors closest to me and by the grace of some deity I find a restroom. My hair is a total mess which isn't surprising but I'm still horrified by the sight of it, the deity pulled through again because I find a comb in one of the drawers in order to fix my hair to a reasonable style. It's still puffier than I'd like but beggars can't be choosers.

I step out of the restroom and I hear muffled sounds coming from down the hall. There aren't as many doors down this way so I have limited places to decide where it's coming from.

My sixth sense chooses the door to my far left to creep up to and it didn't let me down. It also doesn't hurt that the door is slightly open with light shining through the crack but ultimately it was the noise coming through the crack that confirmed it all.

The sounds I heard were actually people yelling. Specifically two people from what I can tell. One deep that I immediately know to be Mr. M and the other is female. A part of me tries to conclude that ease dropping on people is bad but it's far too curious to listen in on the conversation.

Hypocrite.

"No! Now get-" Mr M yell.

"Come on now! Surely by now you should-" The unknown female interrupts.

"The divorce is final! We both signed-"

"That doesn't meant that we couldn't-"

"-and shook hands without an once of hostility before parting ways." Mr. M continues like she said nothing. His voice covers hers up for a second but he quiets only slightly and I can hear what she's saying.

"I miss us!" She bellows.

"You miss the money! You miss the black card. You miss my naivete." Mr. M retorts.

"You act like that's all it was." Her voice takes on a sad quality.

"It was! The only time you'd speak to me was when the credit cards were maxed out. Don't come into MY home now after all this time and act like our marriage was something special. I needed you but instead you became a reclusive, ice cold, cheating bit-"

"I lost him too! We both reacted differently." Her voice takes on a quality of utter devastation. "I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you senior."

"Don't call me that." Mr. M snaps. It's like his voice takes on the quality of a whip with how quick and sharp it is.

I want to walk away from this conversation but now I'm hooked. I can't leave until everything's been said which is the way it should be because honestly, no one wants to be misinformed.

I hear the creaking of a chair and a heavy sigh. This room must be Mr. M's home office.

"What do you want? Why now Nash?" Mr. M sounds weary.

"I want to try again and now's the perfect time since you have no real prospects." She no longer sounds heartbroken, instead she's changed her tone to spiteful.

Mr. M snorts. "I'm seeing someone right now Nash."

I can practically feel the dismissive wave I'm sure she's doing.

"No one serious, I've heard from the grapevine that you're cuddling up to a fresh faced child with doe eyes. I'm sure that she's fun and all but it never works out, you know that just like I do. She'll want children. I know you senior-"

"I said stop calling me that!" Mr. M snaps again. He takes a deep breath before he continues. "I see no problem with her wanting children in the future, we haven't felt the need to talk about it. Right now we are just enjoying each others company like responsible adults, and don't you dare talk down to me after I found you with that damn clerical assistant."

"I never flaunted her around in front of our friends!"

"I'm sure our being married at the time squelched the urge, don't you Nash?" I can just see in my minds eye Mr. M raising his eyebrow at her. I can also here the old anger in his voice but it's mostly turned into nonchalance at her infidelity.

My mama always told me that the opposite of hate isn't love, it's indifference.

The female, I'm guessing her name is Nash, sputters a bit but she keeps quiet. I nearly jump through the roof when my phone pings notifying me of a new text message. I immediately silence my phone but the damage is done, I'm too close for them to not have heard it.

I can barely make out their conversation with the increased pulsing of blood in my ears. My heart wants to break through my chest, while my sympathetic nervous system is deciding between fight or flight.

"Did you hear that?" Nash asks. She sounds closer than before meaning that she's gotten up to investigate.

"It's someone in the hall. Leave them alone, I'm sure that they're just looking for the bathrooms." I'm actually surprised at Mr. M's response.

I inch away from the door just in case I need to bolt but I stay within hearing distance. My screen glows again and I look down at it.

There's a new message from Rachel but I ignore it because I get an idea. I type up a quick text and send it to him before I can talk myself out of it.

Where are you?

I don't hear anything from inside saying that he's gotten it so maybe he left his phone in the room as well our clothes.

I almost send him another until I hear a chair creaking from inside the room.

"This was fun Nash. I suggest that we never do it again. Sadly, my companion is awake and looking for me so I must ask for you to get the hell out." Mr. M's voice is feather soft but his words punch like steel.

"We are too old for you to be acting so childish." Nash admonishes.

"You want an adult Marceles?" Mr. M's voice turns predatory. "The adult I am now would've gotten this buildings security to kick you out after the third time I politely asked for you to leave. The only reason you're still in front of me is because we've known eat other since we were children."

I don't hear anymore because something told me to bolt- so I did. I dart across the walkway and into the bathroom at the top of the stairs. My hand slows down the door to make sure that it doesn't slam shut and I turn the knob in order for it to not click in place.

After the door is in place, I turn on the light and lean against the counter. My brain reasons that he has every right to get back with his ex wife, it also tells me that Mr. M and I were never officially together. We're both grown adults so the separation will be amicable.

'So why does my chest feel unusually tight at the mere thought of us parting ways?' I ask myself. My reflection doesn't seem to know how to answer.

I hear a knock on the door and I realize that I've been staring at myself in the mirror lost in thought. Fear creeps up my spine and I combat it by swinging the door open.

It's Mr. M.

I feel a spark of panic but I keep my expression neutral. 'There's no way he knows that I was listening.'

"Why are you in here?" Mr. M asks. He's leaning casually against the door frame.

"I needed to relieve myself." I blurt out. It's the first thing I can think of.

"Out here though?" His eyebrow cocks up endearingly.

I roll with my lie and choose to tease him.

"This is a bathroom." I plaster a half-assed smirk onto my face in order to sell it even though just looking at him makes my eyes burn.

"You didn't think to use the bathroom mere feet from the bed?" He asks amused.

"Oh. I didn't notice it." The smirk drops from my face.

'I knew that that door lead to a bathroom! I bet it has a huge tub too.' At that thought the aches in my body let themselves known. Even though I just woke up, I'm suddenly feeling tired and ready for a long soak before collapsing into my bed.

"I'm actually surprised that you're not still in bed. Maybe I didn't wear you out enough." Mr. M smirks and walks up to me. He leans down to press a his lips to mine. I try to return the kiss but I don't have the heart to do so. Mr. M then pulls back with the smirk still attached.

I give him a small smile back and lie through my teeth.
"I have to get home to complete this assignment for class." *inserts fake laugh "I forgot that it was due and I've hardly touched it."

Something flashes in Mr. M's eyes but it vanishes quickly. He says nothing as he walks away towards the stairs. I notice that he's fully dressed as he walks down and I wonder how long I was in the bathroom. But I push the thought aside as I quickly put on my heels to follow him.

AN: I tried y'all, I really did. I wanted to make this chapter as long as the reads but I just can't. This is around 2,800 words though. Completely Unedited, I'll get to it eventually.