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“I don’t like repeating myself, and you know it. So, get your ass to LaGuardia now.” And just like that, she hangs up.
Song: Leah Kate – My Bed
Any sane person would not go. Any sane, normal person would not follow the soulless demon to God knows where, but I thinkit is very clear that that sane person is not me. Not since Kira decided I would be her new boyfriend. Now, I’m an idiot slash masochist who chases after the pain.
After a quick wake-up call to Sophie, letting her know that once again am not coming home, I rush over to LaGuardia. At least it’s the middle of the night, and the usual forty-minute drive only takes me twenty-five minutes, but nonetheless, the foot tapping that Kira’s performing at the entrance is spectacular.
How does she not pull a muscle like that?
“You’re late,” she bites out, turns on her heel, and storms inside while her saint of a driver gives me a sympathetic smile and ushers for me to go in after her.
“Oh, thank you, Vassar, for coming to meet me for absolutely no reason after you already worked a full shift at the restaurant and put your personal life on hold for me,” I mimic her voice, pretending to talk for her which only earns me a glare and a tsk.
“What personal life?”
“That’s right, sorry, how could I forget that my world only revolves around you.” The security guard doesn’t even ask to see our IDs when Kira approaches, he simply bows his head in fear and opens the door for us, and that is that. “Wow, to be so mean, the big guy who is supposed to be the authority here cowered in fear of you. So impressive,” I whisper in pretend awe.
Yes, I am aware my filter is long gone. I am aware I have unleashed all the sarcasm I hid all these years working for her, but being exhausted does this to you. And frustrated. And hard as a fucking rock only because I am in her vicinity. Damn it.
“Oh my God.” She clutches her fist to her chest. “You are a comedian on top of a helpless idiot tonight, too?” Kira smirks and moves toward the small, private plane waiting for her.
“What can I say? I am a man of many talents.”
“Except giving orgasms. Or cooking. Or following direction.”
Did I mention yet today that I hate her? If yes, let me say it again. I HATE THIS WOMAN.
No, you don’t.Shut up, tired brain.
Also, I will not indulge her with a comeback to that comment. In fact, I’d prefer to think of the last twenty-four hours as a nightmare. A really good, juicy nightmare. Yep, sick, remember?
“Why am I here, Kira?” I don’t hide my annoyance, but whether it’s with her or my own self is yet to be determined.
“You are coming with me to California. There is an issue at BluBerry.”
“Okay, and that involves me how?” I’m asking all these questions, yet I am also climbing the stairs up to the entrance of the plane.
Clearly, my brain and body are not in sync here.
“In case you forgot, you are my boyfriend.”
“How could I ever forget that,” I say dryly.
“Then shut up and get your ass in the seat.” And I do just that, giving up on this fight and allowing the guilt for not being there for my daughter to eat away at my tired brain. I am all she has left, and I am never there. I am working for the she-devil, and now I am also spending the rest of my free time with her. But there doesn’t seem to be a way out of this mess.
At least not now when I literally cannot afford a career change.
Keep feeding yourself those lies…they do taste delicious.
“I am excellent at giving orgasms.” My mouth decides to open and spew the shit that has been stewing in my brain with a delayed start. Because the witch made that comment at least ten minutes ago, and evidently, I still can’t let it go.
“Sure. I’ll take your word for it,” she replies but otherwise ignores me.
“You do realize that we could’ve flown out tomorrow morning after sleeping in a comfortable bed versus a tough seat.”
“Clearly, you are not a businessman.” She is still on her phone.
“And?”
