Kyla's POV
"Baby come here." Josh yells after me as I burst through the front door and throw my purse and car keys off somewhere.
"No, leave me alone." I say bluntly while unbuttoning my black work shirt. "Baby please, it isnt my fault."
I hate that he's acting so innocent right now. "You led her on Josh, don't play me for a dumbass."
He sighs and takes off his shoes. "And why exactly would I do that?" He ask following me into our bedroom.
Taking off my shoes I give him the look. "Oh yes ma'am, your the boss. Your wish is my command." I say in a mocking tone while pulling down my pants.
"That's because she is the boss baby." He chuckles and pulls off his pants and shirt.
Both of us stand in our underwear I cross my arms and face him. "But did you have to smile at her?" I ask with pain weaved in my voice.
Walking my way he wraps his arms around me, but me being stubborn I keep my arms crossed. "The same person I smiled at tonight is the same person that signs my pay check."
Pushing him away I open the dresser and throw things out to find something to wear. "I work for her too, but you don't see me flurting or sweet talking her do you?"
Rolling his eyes he pulls on a pair of gray sweats. "Who do I love baby?" He asks while watching me look for my favorite pengin onsie. "Me bu-"
"Then why are you jealous of a women I don't even like?" He interrupts.
Ugh. Where's my damn clothes?
Giving up I turn to him with one hand on my hip and the other on my forehead. He smiles and pulls my onsie from behind his back.
Walking over to him I yank it out his hand and shove my feet into it. "I'm not jealousy. Its just annoying that she gets treated like a queen and I don't." I whine.
"It isn't jealousy, it's called the nature of being a girlfriend." He smiles again.
"There's a huge difference between treating someone like a queen and trying to get paid."
Rolling my eyes I head to the kitchen. He's really starting to push my buttons. "Then quit." I shout dryly even if he is following behind me.
"And not be able to see my baby's face at work? Nah I'll pass." Grabbing icecream from the freezer I look in the dish rack for a spoon.
"I don't want you kissing our bosses ass, especially when she's a female." I say moving from the dish rack to the dish washer.
He steps back looking a bit hurt. "First of all, I don't kiss nobody's ass but yours, and second if you think I was pushing it you should've pulled me aside and told me."
Looking in the cabinet I lift a brow. "Oh I get it, so this is my fault." Dragging both his hands down his face he sighs. "Fucking forget it, with you it goes in one ear and out the other." He motions to both his ears.
"If you're trying to call me stupid don't bother to beat around the bush." I say while glaring at him and and leaning against the counter. "That's not what I said-" he starts while throwing his hands in the air.
"Well that's exactly what it sounds like." He then closes his eyes and lets out a defeated sigh. "You know what, you win. You're right, I'm wrong. You're smart, I'm dumb."
He's saying these things but its obvious he's not serious. Walking away he mummbles under his breath. "You can be such a baby sometimes." This causes him to stop in his tracks.
