"This is wrong. We can't do this"
Mew said as his trembling hands went up to cup Gulf's tear stained cheeks.
"I won't be that person that comes between a couple Gulf. I can't."
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Mew is a successful wedding planner in the country. He is hardwor...
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"Are you going to tell me what's wrong with you, or are you going to sit on my couch the whole fucking day and sigh like a divorced housewife?" Raven questioned Mew as soon as he opened his mouth to sigh again.
The blonde woman narrowed her eyes at him, huffing through her nose and sitting down at the other end of the couch. She took the remote, changing the channel to "Game Of Thrones", making Mew groan out. Really. That show was a nightmare, in almost every episode someone or the other is getting killed!
"Seriously?" he asked and Raven simply shrugged her shoulders, not bothering to look at him. He smiled. "You get really mad when you don't know something, do you?"
"That is correct." she nodded absentmindedly.
"Will you promise not to judge?"
This time she looked at him, only because she wanted to give him the finger. Closing the space between them, she smacked the back of his head and put her head on his shoulder, Mew's hand going automately to stroke her hair. Raven muted the T.V.
"It doesn't hurt to ask."
"Tell me everything."
"I'm kind of developing an obsession to someone."
"Ooh! Is it someone I know?"
"Barely."
"Oh my God, Mew you beast! Is it the cute, gruff and slightly crazy bartender down at HOBS (House of beers)?"
"I haven't been to HOBS in ages, Raven." Mew rolled his eyes for that Bartender was most definitely NOT HIS TYPE.
"Then who is it...?"
"Well, you think he is cute"
she stopped, and she might have seen something on his face, for she let out a horrific scream, scrambling to get up from where she was laying. She turned to him, pushing her hair behind her ears, mouth open and eyes almost black because of the surprise.
"NO! " she told him definetly.
"I haven't even said anything!" he cried out frustrated.
"It's a no, because you're not allowed to crush on a client, Mew. Really? That guy Gulf? Are you fucking kidding me?!"
"Like it's my fault." he muttered, rolling his eyes. "It's not something you can control."
"It's something you will control, that's for sure. I'm not letting you ruin your life and in addition the couple's life."
Mew winced. Why did he think that speaking with Raven was a good idea?
She was too straightforward, too determined to get ideas out out of his head. He knew that Raven's words weren't meant to hurt, but it still hurt to hear. Sometimes what he needed to hear, wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear!
