Gloves And Us ✔

P L A N E S

"I am still angry at you for going to men's strip club. What if I went to women's strip club?" I said eyeing the women infront of me.

"I wouldn't be angry at you. Ask why?" she said taking the bag out of the room. When I raised my brow, she further continued. "'because I trust my man" she smiled patting my cheek like a kid and left the room, disappearing into further our home.

Cue the pinky pink cheeks.

Was it that I didn't trust her? Fuck no. but I didn't trust other people. I mean wasn't it natural to see your partner going to strip club and being jealous of it. Like I could fucking imagine people eyeing her up and down and god help me, she was looking hot as fuck that day.

Okay, lesson learnt - trust her, fuck other people, because they aren't important. Sweet little Avha is.

"Oyii, slow it down" I yelled realizing she had taken her heavy bag down the stairs. I ran down seeing her struggle with the bag walking slowly, carefully. I took the bag from her hand and smacked her forehead. "Didn't I tell you wait, stupid bitch"
today we were leaving for Spain without Esmee, she would reach there tomorrow and god knows who she''ll bring along. It was better to let her and Avha sort their shit out first. I had done my work of letting her know where we stood.

"I mean, I just wanted to help" her voice came out low. "shut up" I said making her grumble some shit under her breath.

"Silassss" she sang when the injured silas came strutting in. "Fuck off bitch" he directed his statement towards me, walking straight to Avha.

"Who did these?" she asked inspecting the bruises on his face. Under the eye. On the cheekbone, on the jaw and everywhere else. "Some fucker destroyed the whole beautiful scenery of my face" he spat towards me. Glaring at him, he stepped back shutting up instantly.

"You know both of you fight like kids and y'all better take care of yourselves. I am not giving you any ointment" she said pressing his wound making him hiss in pain.

Avha and silas both turned to me instantly when a laugh erupted from me which I tries covering up with a cough. Avha came towards me and instantly pressed my stomach. I gulped trying to supress the hiss of pain. Fuck how did she know. "I know he punched you there. Just because I didn't say anything doesn't mean I don't know. I guess I know you enough in these past 4 months to know your every step" she punched me on the wound and this time I did complain. 

Did she just say 4 months? Yes. Did I smile on that? Yes. Did both of them give me stink eye? Yes. Do I care? As if.

scary woman!

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I fucking hate planes and their fucking turbulence. I will never get used to it. Sitting in the business class with Avha by my side and Silas somewhere away from us, I was fucking scared. The plane just suffocates me. I mean what is there to like about it? Closed shit planes. We could crash and nobody will find us and that would be the worst thing. I mean planes are disgusting and dangerous and risky. One wrong shit and it will all crumble down and icing on the cake I had Avha with me. What if some shit happens to both of us? I'll hunt down the whole damn airline after my death. Fuck no stop. Don't think about dying, think about Avha, beautiful smily Avha. Fuck yeah! That's more like it.

"It's going to be fine, Mr. Araztimuno. Breathe" she spoke sitting on my lap grabbing my face in her small hands. Avha didn't have small hands, she was above 5'6" she just had hands smaller than me. meaning they were still small.

"I-" I tried swallowing but it proved to be difficult. It was as if someone has blocked my air passage and it hurt. Like there was a ball trying to stop me from breathing.