137 How Cruel (2/2)

”Your clarity isn't what is going to be needed-” Mr. Cloud began.

A stiff jolt of laughter leaves Mrs. Cloud's lips and chills ran down the walls of the room. ”HA! So that's what it is?” she muttered, her eyes running up her husband's figure and chuckling when she locked eyes with him. ”Was I right?” she asked.

”How could you be right when I haven't even answered the question?” Mr. Cloud rolled his eyes.

”It's because of the fact that you haven't answered the question yet that just proves me all the more correct,” Mrs. Cloud replied, her voice monotone and rigid in oppose to the expression on her face. She was laughing.

Mr. Cloud didn't flinch. In fact, he just stared into her eyes with no reaction. ”Is that what you think?” he murmured.

Mrs. Cloud didn't reply, giving him the answer with her eyes. It was a safe way of replying to him. He tended to twist one's word, to start out with a straight piece of bread then become so tangled up in his words and lies that it becomes a pretzel. He was a pathological liar. A man of little truths.

He grinned, his smile running shivers down her spine once again. ”I'm simply trying to evolve myself in a world that I created, with the people that I help hire.”

”You can do that by having the same cameras that are used in these halls. What's the need for the small tiny ones that you have then? Do you need it for something else?”

”Do you think if I came up to you and asked for access to the cameras in the building that you'd allow me? You would say no so quickly before I can even get the words out of my mouth. NO… I wouldn't even get to reach your office,” Mr. Cloud spat, veins appearing on his jaw as they clenched.

”I have every reason in the world to do so,” Mrs. Cloud retorted.

”Excuse me?” Mr. Cloud flinched, growing more and more visibly annoyed by the moment. ”What reasons do you think you could have for locking out the owner of this entire business. Then you dare to come up to me and ask why I am trying to make my way into my own business? You have me fucked up Lia. I have every reason to make my way back to where I came from. You have no right to stop me.”

”Watch your language, do not bring filthy words in my presence. It makes it all the worse when you say them yourself. I do not have a right? Who's the one that has been looking after the company while you spent your time behind the iron bars of a hell you built for others. If I wasn't here, this entire thing would be brought to the ground quicker than you could salvage it,” Mrs. Cloud retorted in her monotone voice. ”I'm worried for myself, trying to help someone who's too prideful to admit to his faults.”

”Jail is not something that can trap me,” Mr. Cloud snapped.

”Yes I can tell by how your death counts keep increasing even though you're still behind bars,” Mrs. Cloud clapped back. ”You'd think someone who's meticulous enough to plan the death of entire companies would be mature enough to accept when he loses.”

”You make it sound like this is a video game,” Mr. Cloud retorted, ”aren't you acting a bit immature? Thinking that I'm simply going to answer to your will.”

”Then me the mature one love, and answer the question without making it into a kids brawl,” Mrs. Cloud pouted, her act carried so beautifully before she ended it suddenly, snapping her smile in half to a stoic face.

It was annoying. How she acted like she cared when all she saw was the company and ways to better it. She didn't give a single care in the world for people like him. She didn't even look at people like him unless there was a beneficial mix for the company, or if they have something they owe. For him, only because she made the mistake of putting his ring on her finger.

Yet why did he get so caught up in her smile? Why did he keep getting so pulled in to her slight movement and following her blindly when she didn't care about what happened to him?

”Do you hate me?” Mr. Cloud asked, his eyes locking with Mrs. Cloud's.

Mrs. Cloud looked into his eyes for a moment before smirking. ”Of course. How could I love a liar?”

Mr. Cloud kept his eyes on Mrs. Cloud as his hand trembled. ”How cruel.”

”Funny coming from a serial killer,” Mrs. Cloud tilted her head.

”You have no fear,” Mr. Cloud muttered leaning into Mrs. Cloud. ”You come into my room and immediately shoot attempts to overpower me? Have you forgotten what I can do to you?”

”You remind me every time I lay my eyes on you,” Mrs. Cloud replied, ”don't make me get sick of your face too.”

”Oh that's a shame,” Mr. Cloud smiled, his hands on the edges of the bed, his face right in front of Mrs. Cloud's. She didn't flinch at his advance. ”While you're close to being disgusted at your face, I'm close to framing yours on my walls.”

Before she could say a word, he leans in and steals a kiss from her lips.

Mrs. Cloud stared at him for a moment. Her face scrunched up to show severe repulsion. ”How disgusting.”