After Dmitry left, things went a little south. I was working and she was working. We barely had any time together. When we were together, we barely talked. It was just kind of weird. She was busy, I was busy. But I miss her and I want to spend time with her.
"Baby girl, come sit," I said as she walked in. She took her camera bag off and looked at me.
"I can't. I have to edit these pictures and update my website. I almost have enough money for the studio I want." She smiled and looked at me.
"Ten minutes. Then you can go and edit and all that." She looked at me and I patted my lap. She walked over and sat on my lap. Alex wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek. "I miss you."
"I miss you too," she whispered. Alex ran her fingers through my hair and looked at me, putting our foreheads together. I pecked her lips and smiled. "I have shoots all day tomorrow too. If a package comes, don't open it. It's mine."
"Okay." She smiled and moved back a little, playing with the strings of my pants. "What shoot though?"
"One for a small fashion business, an upcoming model, and a graduation shoot."
"I still have eight minutes of your time. How about we make the most of it," I asked.
"I'm not in the mood. Sorry, babe."
"Is there something wrong," I asked and she moved beside me.
"No. Just busy and burnt out."
"Are you sure?" She looked up at me.
"You forgot."
"Forgot what," I asked.
"My birthday asshole," she said.
"No I didn't. I tried to call you seven times that day and ended up texting you. And then when you came home and I tried to talk to you, you went to the bedroom."
"No I didn't," she said. I grabbed my phone and went to my messages, scrolling back about three days, which wasn't far.
"See?" Alex looked at me. "I didn't forget. I don't forget. I even cooked you dinner and you just went upstairs. I bought you a new purse and clothes and you didn't even bat an eye."
"I was tired."
"You're always tired and burnt out or not in the mood. What is actually wrong," I asked.
"Nothing. It's the truth."
"You make your own schedule. Take a day off."
"I can't. I'm trying to make this studio happen so while we're away, it's being built." She stood up and started pacing.
"I can give you the money."
"I can't take it. You've had everything handed to you, Mischa. You didn't work for anything."
"How dare you say that!" I got up and stood in front of her. "You don't talk to me like that!"
"Stop treating me like your kid! We're both grown ass adults. Don't take your fucking control issues out on me. You're a fucking control freak. You can control everything else but not me. So stop trying."
"I'm not controlling you! I'm just offering the last bit you need!"
"Then why did your mom ask me if I had signed the prenup?"
"What," I asked. She's not supposed to know about that. Shit.
"Your mom asked if I had signed the prenup you told her about. A prenup? Really? You think I'm going to leave you?"
