“Can we at least do something? I’m not about to sit up in this damn house with you all fucking day.” Liana whined in a rude tone. Chris just glared at her; at first her attitude was cute, but now it was entirely nerve wrecking.
“Yeah,” he started, smirking. “let’s fuck so you can change ya damn attitude.”
She shot him a look then rolled her eyes. “Nigga please, you’ll never be able to hit this.” She spat confidently. Her words came out clear, but deep down she wanted nothing more than to rip off his clothes and see what he was really about.
That day would never come though, so there was no point in dreaming about it. Chris smacked his lips and stood up off the couch, heading for the door. Liana stared after him. “Fuck is you going?”
“Don’t worry about it. Get ya ass up and come on.” His voice was hard enough for her to get up without any further questions. She grabbed her purse and followed him to the car. He got in and she stood there at the passenger-side door, impatiently tapping her foot. Chris checked the door twice, making sure it was unlocked, then rolled down the window to see why she hasn’t gotten in yet. “What?”
“You know the drill; I don’t get in cars with nigga’s unless they open the door for me.” She chuckled lightly as his face grew hard. He mumbled “bitch” under his breath; too low for her to hear, then, took the keys out of the ignition and got out the car; leaving her standing there as he walked back into the house. She stared after him, thoroughly confused as to why he didn’t just open the door for her. After standing there for a good five minutes, she marched into the house. Fed up with her bullshit, Chris laid out on the couch, turning on some cartoons to ease his mood. He swore if she was any other bitch; he would have slapped her already. “Get your fucking feet off my couch.” She yelled. After he refused, she took it upon herself to attempt to move them. After failing miserably because he was much stronger than her, she gave up. He chuckled to himself and she cursed him out under her breath before storming into the kitchen.
Starving, she reached into the fridge, grabbing the lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, ranch, and avocados. She took out some chicken strips also after deciding she don’t just want a salad, but a chicken salad. She washed off the meat, then began chopping it up. After she was done she put it in the frying pan. “Need help?” Chris questioned; walking into the kitchen. He really didn’t want to help her, but he too was hungry and wanted to make sure he got some of whatever she was cooking.
She rolled her eye, then continued cutting up the tomatoes. “Help me by staying out of my way.”
He raised his eyebrows as he started to say something, but stopped himself and walked out the kitchen. “Alex ain’t gonna have to worry about her being in danger; I’ll kill her myself.” Chris mumbled to himself.
Liana took the last tomato and cut it down the middle. Then cut its sides. She remembered watching the cooking channel and seen how they cut it super fast. She decided to try it and a smile appeared across her face as she achieved it, but quickly faded when she felt a sudden pain in her index finger and seen the blood dripping down. “Fuck!” She screamed out, then, started crying hysterically. Chris came rushing into the kitchen. He saw the blood dripping from her finger and he took her over to the sink and rinsed it off. He noticed that it was just a little cut and she was hollering as if she cut her whole finger off.
“Where your bandages and shit at?” He asked, holding her finger.
“Upstairs.” She pouted, looking at her sliced finger.
“Come on.” Chris said, pulling her towards the living room.
“But the food…” She mumbled, looking over at the chicken that needed to be flipped.
“We’ll go out to eat. Come on girl.” finally giving in, Liana walked upstairs. Chris followed, going into the bathroom and looking in the cabinet for the first-aid kit. After he found it, he grabbed a band aid and motioned for her to come here.
She complied and sat on the toilet. He grabbed her hand and put the band aid over the small cut that wasn’t even bleeding anymore. She was such a drama queen; he would be lying if he says he didn’t find it a little cute. “Thank you.” She smiled. This being the only nice thing she has said all day.
“You’re welcome.” He returned the smile.
“I’ve been an ass to you all day and you still helped me out.” She admitted softly, flipping her hair from her face and smiling up at him. “I appreciate it.”
He was going to say something nice but being that she has been an ass to him, he decided it was his turn to play the I don’t give a fuck role. “To be honest; I only came in there, because it’s my job.” When the lust that fell over her face turned into anger, he considered his mission accomplished and walked out the bathroom, only to be hit in the back with a lotion bottle. He turned around in disbelief, questioning whether he should throw it back or not. “What the fuckwas that for?!” He shouted.
“You’re a fucking dick! All you care about is the money my dad is giving you. You don’t care if I get hurt or not genuinely. You just want the money!” She yelled.
“I tried to care about your ass. You too fucking stuck up. I’m here, protecting you because your dad doesn’t want anything happening to your ass. You were a bitch, but I still made sure you were okay. I should’ve let you stay in there and cry your fucking eyes out. You keep coming at me sideways like you got a fucking stick up you ass. You know what? I’m done. I quit. Someone else can take the job. I’m sick of you.” With that being said, he walked out the bathroom and stomped his way down the stairs.
Liana stood there in disbelief. Her mind was racing. One; nobody has ever put her in her place like that. Nobody has ever stood up to her. Two; the way he clenched his jaw in-between each word was breathtaking. She bit her lip just thinking about it. Three; that man was just too fucking sexy for words and four; she couldn’t let him leave. “Chris,” She called out running down the stairs. She leaped for him, pulling on his shirt before he could get out the door. She let him go the slid in-between him and the door. “don’t leave.” Was all she said, and that was enough to make a smile appear on his face.
“Why shouldn’t I?” He asked, seriously debating whether or not he should just walk out the door anyway.
“Cause I want you to stay.” She mumbled, stubbornly. She sighed when he laughed quietly.
He took her hand and pulled her away from the door and led her back in the living room. “Okay, I’ll stay.”
