You were an intern for Charlie’s studio. You were known as the girl who went for coffee runs and to sit next to Charlie whilst he directed, but he knew you as a girl who’d spread her legs for him any time he wished.

In Charlie’s mind, you were good when he wanted breaks from his wife, Nicole. Always so willing, so devoted and desperate. He knew you’d do anything to just get a bit of attention from him, even if he made you cry.

After spending yet another night in your studio apartment, Charlie slipped out of bed in the early hours of the morning. He looked back down at you as he dressed himself, smiling as your hair covered your face, the covers leaving your naked back exposed to the sun shining through your sheer curtains.

You were such a sweet girl, it was a shame he could only use you when he was annoyed with Nicole.

Charlie went to leave your apartment, leaving no note, not even caring to wake you up, but the sound of your quiet, tired voice calling his name sadly made him pause at the door, sighing with slight frustration as he realised he had been caught sneaking off.

He turned his head to you, a small fake smile spreading across his pale face. “Morning, baby.” He spoke, his voice soothing.