“What the f**k are you doing here?”
Alicia gave me her best innocent look as she raised a gun, pointing it at my head. “You’ve been very naughty, ruining all my plans. Let’s go. Paul's waiting.”
“I am not going anywhere with you.” I put my cup down and crossed my arms.
Um… have I lost my mind? There is currently a gun at my head, and I'm still being stubborn.
Or is it because I absolutely loath this woman?
“Don’t be silly, I’m more than happy to shoot you. Paul will get over it.” Then the façade dropped. “So get the f**k up.” She growled lowly.
But me, being stupid with adrenaline running through my system, settled more into the couch to make my point. “No. Paul and I are done. He’s alllllllll yours now. So take your gun, shove it up your ass and f**k off.”
Probably shouldn't have
