You saw him walking towards me and you knew. You just knew. "How the fuck could you do that to me." Your fake husband shouts. You don't blink you don't say anything, just stare back cooly. "I didn't do shit. You aren't even my real husband. You aren't anything to me..are you?" You snap. A pang of hurt slaps his face. Even though he's quick to regain his composure, the look lingeries. "You know I'm more. You know." He says, not begging not pleading. He just knows. You look down, clutching my dress in a fist. "I wanted you to pay attention to me" you shoot back. A flicker of emotions spark in his chocolate eyes. "So you flirt with my employee? Tell me. Who does that?" He snarls. You scoff. "Uh me? Not very smart are-" "Whores. That's who does shit like that." He interrupts. You feel something clench deep within my soul. You swallow, walking closer to him my heartbeat pounding in your ears as you lean in. "Guess I'm a whore then." You growl. As you push past him, his hand grasps your wrist, not in a abusive way just to stop me from leaving. "Then I'll fuck you like one." He whispered.
