42 Tell Me (1/2)

”This fucking card,” I growled, swiping it back and forth until I was almost ready to kick the fucking door open. Taking in a deep breath, I slowed my hand down, letting the card rest for a moment before pulling it away.

Green.

”Thank you,” I huffed out, throwing the door open.

I heard the door click shut behind us as I walked inside. Twisting, I locked the handle and flipped the top latch to make sure we weren't interrupted by any cleaning ladies or unwanted guests.

Walking to the bed, I dropped her on the mattress, hovering over her like a lion studying their next meal.

”Honey, we're home.” Smirking, I let my arms dangle by my sides.

Pursing her lips, she looked like she was about to burst at the seams. I could almost see the cuss words floating across her pupils as she glared up at me.

”Go on, call me an asshole, call me a fucking bastard, I know you want to.” Holding out my arms, I took a small step back. ”Call me whatever the hell you want to if it will make you feel better.”

”There's nothing in this world that will make me feel better.”

”You're here, isn't that a little bit better than being there?”

”Better?” Shooting up on the bed, she let her legs hang over the side. ”You buy me like this, you use me to get what you want from him, and I'm suppose to feel better?”

”No. I lost out because of this, I traded a lot of fucking money to get you here for the night.”

”Oh, excuse me,” she said, standing up and waving her hands in the air. ”I'm so sorry that I lost you money, because I really give a fuck about you and your feelings and any money you're out now.” Her tone was dry, cynical, laced in a condescending heat I wasn't about to take.

”I suggest you watch how you talk to me.” Crooking my jaw, I let my eyes settle on hers. ”Because I won't tolerate this bullshit.”

”What are you my fucking father now?” Rolling her eyes, she pushed her leg out as she folded her arms over her chest. ”Are you going to punish me? Put me in time out? Or maybe you can just add to the bruises I already have?”

”I'm not going to hit you.”

”Are you sure? Because the look on your face says you want to.” Taking a small step in, she turned her face so her cheek was fully exposed. ”How about right here? Right where everyone can see it, so they know how big and bad of a man you are.”