A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Chapter 4

*Bang Band Bang*
"OPEN UP ITS THE POLICE," I scream as I bang my iron fist, that will surely be bruised tomorrow, on Tristan's army green paint peeling covered door. "I SAID OPEN UP ITS THE PO PO," I yell one last time. As I raise my fist to attack, the door swings open.
"What the hell Saffron?!" he says as he roughly flings me in to his apartment. As he slams the door and locks up, I make my way around his apartment starting with the kitchen. I glaze my fingers over the island counter, its marble. I always used to tell him that marble was for pretentious trophy wives. Clearly he hasn't gotten the memo. I open his fridge, there's nothing but beer and french vanilla yogurt.

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"Saffron I know you hear me. Why are you here, I'm not going to ask again," he says standing a couple feet away from me.

"What color are your eye?" I ask.

"Ugh Saffron what is the-"

"I said what color are your eyes!" I say again staring him dead in the eyes.

"Green," he gulped.

"What's your moms first name?"

"Dionne. You already know this why-"

I cut him off again, "Whats you're favorite color?" I inquire.

"Blue. God damnit Saffron," he slams his hand on the marble counter. "You want to play games, then lets play games"

My face is still stoic and my eyes meet his. I have to play my cards correctly if I want this to work.
"Where do you work?"
"Capital Law."
"What's your nick name?"
"Tris."
"Whats my favorite food?"
"Chicken pad thai, no eggs."
"What color are Bryans eyes?"
"Haze-. Fuck," he mumbles.
"Ha! I fucking knew it. You do know Bryan." He shook his head as it hung low. "Why would you try and make me think I was crazy? Fuck you. You are a terribl-"
"HE THREATENED MY FAMILY!" I flinch. "I'm sorry but my family means more to me than anything in this fucking world! I don't want to deal with a psychotic dude over a girl!"
"Wow. Fuck you Tristan." I walk towards the door feeling defeated. What am I going to do now?