The Way He Says My Name♡

~Five~

English translations are at the bottom of the chapter :)

"Do you mind telling me what the hell you were doing with that guy?"

I roll my eyes, practically throwing my purse on the kitchen counter before facing him, with my hands on my hips. "I told you I was going out with a friend, therefore I told you the truth. So, I don't see what is the problem"

He crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes at me. "Oh really" He scoffs. "You didn't tell me that your little friend is a guy"

"Oh, I didn't?" I mock, crossing my arms as well and placing a finger on my face, pretending to think. "Wow, that's weird because I certainly remember telling you about a friend named Issac"

His brows furrow in annoyance at my sarcastic tone. "That's issac?"

I nod slowly so he can understand. He stands there for a minute, staring at the ground with the same expression, thinking of what I had just said. "No" he shakes his head suddenly. "No, I don't agree with your friendship"

I watch as he passes me and goes over to the fridge. I stand there for a minute, registering his sentence, before turning around with a raised brow. "What?"

"You heard me" He says, taking out pickles and placing it on the counter with a loud thud. This guy can't be serious. He's joking. He has to be joking.

"I don't want you to see him anymore" He simply states, while taking out one of the pickle slices and tossing it into his mouth.

I let out a humorless laugh. "He's my friend, Kevin. You have all these women as your business partners and I don't say anything to you."

He eats another slice, before shrugging. "That's different. That's business." He says through his chewing. "Now you" he points at me. " I don't know what the hell you have going on there, but I don't like it."

I sigh briefly and run a hand through my hair. "Kevin" I say, now speaking softly to get across his mind. "He's just a friend. I understand where you're coming from. I really do. But I trust you whenever you go out with all of your business partners."

I walk a little closer to him and continue when I see his face. He doesn't look convinced. "Kevin, you don't listen to me when I talk. So how do you expect me to tell you something when you don't even have interest or the time?" I ask, looking at him in hope. I really hope he'll understand.

His expression seems to be changing. He's thinking! He's actually thinking of what I'm saying! Maybe he'll change. Maybe he'll finally-

"You're wrong"

And, he killed it.

"Sorry Marcy, but I can't." He closes the pickle jar and tosses it back in the fridge before looking back at me. "I don't agree with your friendship with him. Simple. And what I expect from you, is to respect me and what I want. Okay?" He stood in front of me now, looking down at me with a bored expression. I open my mouth to respond, but he nods and caresses my check for a second, then taps my cheek a little rough then how it's supposed to be. "Good talk" he murmurs, as his hand slowly slips off my cheek, and he bumps my shoulder while he swiftly moves pass me.

I bit my lip, pissed now. He has the nerve to tell me to respect when he can't respect me? Let alone hear me out?

I shake my head at his stupidity. "You are ridiculous"  I whisper, not even turning around.

"Excuse me?"

Now is it that I turn around to the douchebag I call 'boyfriend'. His expression is careful, as if waiting to see if I repeat what I just told him. "How do you dare to even tell me all of that, when you made out with two girls while being with me and I forgave you for it" I throw in his face. The words that came out of mouth seemed to take him aback as his eyes went wide as I spoke.