"Stop rolling your eyes at me" he says as he slows down at the stop light. Sticking my middle finger up at him with a fake smile he chuckled showing his perfectly white pearly teeth.
"You know I would stick mine up at you back but, I would prefer...
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As I pulled up in Malïa's driveway at exactly 10 O'Clock pm, I sighed to myself. I knew she was angry or should I say livid but I had a surprise for her and the Paris scenario was just a cover up. The perfect cover up too.
As I parked and got out with an envelope and I locked the car and opened the front door with my fingerprint.
The whole house was under darkness except for the living room where the moonlight shone brightly on the couch. Kicking off my shoes I went upstairs to our bedroom with the envelope hanging from my arm.
Stepping inside I saw her seated on the bed chair, with her left foot crossed on the right as she swung her arm with white wine in a glass slowly looking at me from head to toe.
"How was Paris pussy?" She greeted me. "What the fuck.......how the fuck should I know" I say a little pissed off because the fact that she doesn't trust me says alot.
Unbuttoning my shirt and jacket leaving me in only my pants after I throw the envelope on the bed.I watched her very keenly before she put her wine glass down and came closer to me. "You don't smell like sex, yet you smell like alcohol...to be exact tequila, on the rock I assume" she says as she walks around me in a circular pattern slowly. She was very correct. I was indeed drinking tequila on the rock.
"Why would I smell like sex?" I asked. "Why wouldn't you?" She replied. "Did Paris refuse to fuck you?" She adds
"Don't you trust me ?".
"That's the thing love bug, how the fuck can I trust you when you leave me to go help your ex" she replied sitting back down.
"What are you talking about?" I asked forgotten what I told her previously but I was too late to catch on.
"Something tells me you didn't go help Paris, so tell me Liam where the fuck were you"? She said yelling the last part.
"I went to deal with something" I say not wanting to reveal her early Christmas present.
"What exactly is that something?" She asked not giving up.
"Something"
"And what is the name of that something?" she yells, getting both pissed and frustrated.
"Something" I answered in a low voice like a kid being interrogated by his or her parents.
"Liam I am this close" she puts her thumb and index finger really close like really close "to throw your fucking ass out" she said and I was silent for a good minute.
"It's in the envelope" I finally say, breaking the silence.
"Was that so hard now?" she said, giving me a fake smile as I walked into the bathroom. "Amma go shower" I told her.
After my long shower, I walked back into the room to see her lying on the bed with her eyes closed. 'She's faking it' I said to myself.
"I know you're not sleeping love....you don't sleep on your stomach" I tell her as I throw on some grey joggers. "I really liked the gift," she says, referring to whats in the envelope; her name as the name of one of my biggest projects coming up this Christmas.
