156 In Another Life, Id be an Assh*le (2/2)

Huh?

Jimmy frowned now, not understanding a single sentence. He looked defiant too, almost as if she had hurt his pride.

”Excuse me?” he said, crossing his arms placidly over his chest.

”I only mean it would be easier to deal with you then,” she sighed.

Jim was so confused, he practically couldn't trace the wife's brain process. Giving her a dirty look, he asked, ”Deal with me how?”

”I'd fear you more if you were an evil jerk.”

”Is this about you leaving?”

”Again, how much did you hear?”

”Is it?”

”No. It's about how cute I find you right now.”

Jimmy was ready in his mind with a thousand retorts, when he opened his mouth to speak, then closed it shut again. A furious blush spread on his flawless face.

”Y-You want me to be an evil boss so you wouldn't find me attractive?”

”Ah ha!”

Jimmy thought his heart would rip out of his chest. It hammered so brutally against him, he thought he could hear it echo off the walls in the room. He didn't even know when his legs moved on their own and closed in on the girl.

Jim grabbed her by both her forearms. Almost instantly, his eyes had turned intense, burning with the deepest of his emotion. He smirked, playfully, teasingly. His mouth was too close to her lips when he said,

”In another life, Miya, I'd be an assh*le husband. And you'd still fall for me irreversibly.”

Miya gave him a cheeky smile.

”You wish.”

That was all the invitation he needed.

Jim pressed his lips into hers, putting an arm across the small of her back so she wouldn't fall off the window. With the other, he still held her forearm, that he twisted ever so slightly when she grabbed his neck. He dove into her mouth, breathing heavily when he pulled back after ages.

”Evil enough?” he panted.

Miya grinned back, her eyes naughty.

”Try harder,” she teased.

Jim was quick to kiss her again. This time, he didn't let go till he had ravished her mouth and the missus was moaning from his touch. Jim let her forearm go, expertly flipping open the topmost button of her shirt as he left a trail of kisses down her neck. Miya clutched at his collar in daze.

Jim flipped open another button, able to see the curve of her chest. His breath came harder, and he bit at her collarbone. He would have gone further south, when something interrupted them again.

The moon behind them shone brighter than ever, and through its light, glistened the thin U-shaped scar on Miya's left shoulder. It startled Jim for an instant, almost seeming out of place. He froze, too close to the deep, red wound.

It took Miya a few more seconds to realize what was going on too.

Immediately, she let go of Jimmy's collar. Flushed, but coming back to her senses, she tried to push him back, but Jim didn't let go.

He stared at her scar, at that wolf mark in wonderment. His face was grim, but his eyes held awe.

Miya grew weak in her legs.

”M-Move,” she told him meekly, trying to push him off again.

Jim frowned. Finally, he stood up straight, but his eyes never left her scar.

Miya closed her eyes and breathed.

”Stop staring.” Her words weren't calm.

It was the hint of defeat in her voice that distracted Jim. He quickly moved his eyes away, and directed his gaze on Miya's face instead. And he almost immediately panicked when he saw the look in her eyes. They seemed like the eyes of a cornered beast.

”I'm sorry,” Jimmy quickly said, ”I didn't mean to stare. It just – I mean, I've seen the scar before��� but it's so different in real life. It's so cool.”

Miya's brows twitched. She thought she heard wrong.

”What?”

”Oh, no!” Jim jumped on to defence again, ”I don't mean to be insulting in any way! It's just… I really think it's beautiful.”

This time Miya couldn't help the outburst. She hissed under her breath, ”What?”

Jim flinched at the low, dangerous voice, but he didn't stir. Meanwhile Miya grabbed the collar of her shirt and quickly covered the scar. She buttoned up her shirt with extreme ferocity too, when she jumped down the window.

Jim realized she was offended somehow.

”No, wait!” he began again, ”I just think the way it's carved is dangerous – it looks strangely cool. I do not in any way think that what happened to you was cool!”

Miya snapped. ”I got that Jimmy, shut up.”

And she would have walked off, but then she realized something. Jim's exact words dawned on her, and she took a sharp turn around and folded her arms.

”And when the hell did you see the scar before?”

Jim wasn't sure he should have brought up the camera again, but somehow his stupid, horny self wasn't thinking straight. He gulped, wary when he said, ”Remember the bug? When you went to meet Rebecca…”

Albeit the news hadn't effected her before, but somehow, it angered her now. Of course she remembered! She herself had torn apart her dress to prove her identity to Becky. And this man had been watching on a screen!

Jim didn't know how, but somehow, he had really, really screwed the glorious night.

He really should have left her alone, talking to the moon.

Another thought then crossed in his mind, all of a sudden.

Was this it?

The infamous first fight – as husband and wife?

Oh boy.

He wasn't sure he would survive it.