"You can do whatever you want to me but don't mess with my career. You of all people should know how hard I've worked to get to where I am today," she growled.
"Bullshit. Save that shit for the next person. I'm playing you at your own game. I don't have to be loyal to you; you most certainly weren't loyal to me," he uttered nonchalantly.
It had been hours and they were still in the same position doing the same dance, an arms race, a ball measuring contest. He sat on his chair, hand on either side of the arm rest tilting a glass of whiskey in one hand; swirling it around. The only thing that could be heard in the doom of their silences--moments where they'd both search high and low for the words to continue, was the sound of ice clinking to the glass.
She peered over at him, wishing she was invisible. Grateful that the curtains were closed and that the evidence of day could not seep through. The daylight was no place for those with secrets or those who were sober, she thought.
"So I guess, I didn't just fucking apologize. I guess that shit went in one ear and out the other," she complained. Her mouth was dry and her patience was wearing thin.
"Words, you of all people should know that words don't mean a thing to me. I've been betrayed by the people closest to me all because I've hung off the strength of their words," he admitted.
Her eyes hung low. She was guilty. The wave had since come and crashed. She needed to swim back to land before she drowned.
"I'm going to get some sleep. I'd advise you to do the same," he said through a hoarse voice and made his way over to the staircase as she sat their twiddling her fingers.
"And another thing," his voice interrupted the order of her thoughts, "....fuck your apology."
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Body of Lies
FanfictionShe hurt him like every other woman he's known. All the lyrics he's sung about the bad girls he's tried to make good. She knew. She was his shoulder when in need and he loved her so damn carelessly. And she hurt him. Normally, he'd plaster on a smil...
