"What's wrong with you,Ariana ?" Zayn asked as began breaking things.. "Shut up!!!,you went ahead and then brought me back to this mansion with your family as the devils, I gave up my job.. For you...,and you can't even appreciate me..."
"What are you talking about... You knew what you signed up...for... I won't let you go back to your modelling job...,I can't bear seeing you... In a bikini...and someone else taking photos.."
"You knew that I was a super model...so what are you saying..., all because your mom...said so you think it's right...?"
"Yeah... She is my mim after all ?"
"OK...so let me get this straight... You want Me to be your house wife...,I would cook for you...clean the house...and then when you return home at night...you turn me into your sex machine?"
"You don't have to clean...we have servants... And you only cook when you want too...but about the sex....that's my right and your duty... as my wife..., I just want you to stay home...and look I'll pay you 25 million dollars every month..., or more..?"
"I don't want your fucking...money...I'm an independent woman...and this is the twenty first century... We women have our Rights..., I can't sit at home all day..."
"You could go shopping..?,or you court go to the spa,park,movie... Or anything else... And you could get a Job...somewhere else???, but not in a.modeling agency... Baby I love you and I got to go..."
"I hate you...!"
"I love you more baby"
He rushed out.
