HAPPY NEVER AFTER ☹ NBA

☹ THREE ☹

TAYLAR rolled her eyes as she walked out of their shared home. "Listen, Paul, I don't have the patience for your bullshit right now. I'm not in the mood and I don't have the time."

PAUL follows his fiancé out of the door and tried to overtake her but doesn't succeed. She's still walking ahead of him with her bag over her shoulder to meet Astrid again for another shoot. "It's just one question, Taylar. You answer it and I'll leave you alone."

She stops abruptly and turned to him. He quickly takes a step back to avoid running into her but she doesn't even flinch. "No, Paul. I'm not entitled to answer your questions if I don't want to answer them. You're not Natalia, Leiyah or Astrid — you don't get to demand answers from me," she sneered, jabbing a finger into his chest, "you leave me the fuck alone because you need to. Not because you got what you wanted from me."

It was a perfectly good morning. They were on good terms not less than fifteen minutes ago as they ate their breakfast peacefully. But Taylar received a message from her cousin — whose number she'd forgotten to save — telling her that he'd see her later that evening for dinner with his parents to catch up because they were in town. There were previous messages, Taylar telling her cousin how grateful she was that he was so supportive of her career path and that she loves him.

Paul didn't even give her a chance to explain as he read the messages over and over, only being livid each time. He immediately lashed out on Taylar when she walked out of their bedroom and started accusing her of cheating on him.

In her defense, he didn't let her speak. He didn't ask her calmly who she was texting, or how they were related in any way. He just got to the point and didn't let her explain anything and it ticked her off more than you could believe.

She didn't want to start off her day like this, but she just had to. She's so sick and tired of how Paul has been treating her since they got engaged.

"I wouldn't be demanding answers from you if you just answered my fucking question," Paul said through gritted teeth, reaching forward to grab her arm, "who the fuck was that guy and how long have you been seeing him?"

His grip on her arm hurt, but she could only see red at this point that she didn't bring it up. "My entire fucking life, you insecure piece of shit," Taylar snarled, shoving him away. "That's my fucking cousin."

Paul watches hopelessly as Taylar walked away without another word, leaving him to feel rueful at the way he'd handled the situation.

ELIZA sighed contently, watching her boyfriend move around the kitchen to cook her something. "Hubby, why are you cooking breakfast? That's my job."

"What, now I can't just randomly get up earlier and cook you breakfast?" JORDAN sasses from across the counter, giving her a look of disbelief.

Eliza had woken up on the bed alone, which was a change, and quickly ran out of the bedroom in search of her fiancé. She found him in the kitchen preparing to cook them a meal which was usually something she'd be doing instead of him.

"Hubby, what's the catch?" Eliza asked, reaching across the counter to sneak a blueberry to snack on. "What are you gonna make me do?"

Jordan shook his head as he walked over to where she was. He presses a kiss to her forehead and rubbed circles on her back. "I swear it's nothing, wifey."

"It's something," Eliza chuckled, punching his stomach ever so lightly. "Tell me."

"I just wanted to wake you up with some breakfast because I wanted to repay you for never failing to make me breakfast everyday we're next to each other," Jordan whispered. "Even when we're in the middle of a fight."