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Far from angry
She was seething, as in majorly fucking pissed. Maybe that wasn't an apt description - she was incandescent with rage. You can actually see the waves of fury rolling off her skin in hues of yellow, orange and red. Yes, she was definitely incandescent with rage.
"Was it something I said?" He asked.
She let out a string of profanities that she must have been saving for a special occasion because he's pretty sure some of the words she said can't be put together in one sentence, let alone one breath. You have to hand it to her, when she's pissed, her vocabulary gets fucking creative.
"Wow. Not even the strongest soap can wash your mouth. Maybe we should try industrial strength Windex."
"You are so not funny right now. You are not in any position to make jokes, much less craptastic ones. What the fuck were you thinking when you decided to come over here? You think I wanted to be fucking rescued? I can take care of myself, thank you very fucking much."
"Oh sure. I can see the glamorous evidence of your responsible maturity on the subject."
"Fuck you. Go home. Leave me the fuck alone."
There was silence. He wasn't moving and she wasn't backing down with her death glare.
"I'll pay." He said softly but determined. She laughed.
"You can't afford me. Jesus F Christ! When I told you what I dd, I didn't mean I wanted you to be a knight in fucking loafers. I was having a bad day and just needed to talk. There weren't any subtexts there. Of course, it's my freaking luck that I unload on the world's biggest sap who thinks this is Pretty Woman. Trust me, sugar, I'm not Julia Roberts and you sure as fuck ain't Richard Gere. So, do us both a favor and stop romanticizing this and go find yourself a nice apple pie girl who'll fuck you and only you and will even let you get her fucking pregnant for kicks. There's no love here baby boy, tough or implied. Love here is about the thickness of your wallet and how loud I can moan. Love is about how much you're willing to pay for me to take it up in my ass and like it. If that's what you need to get it out of your system then let's goa nd do it. I'll give it to you on the house."
"You vain insensitive bitch. I don't want to fuck you and I never thought you wanted to be rescued. I wanted to make you understand what love truly means, but I guess you're not worth it."
Now, he was the one who was incandescent with rage and heartbreak.
"Was it something I said?" He asked.
She let out a string of profanities that she must have been saving for a special occasion because he's pretty sure some of the words she said can't be put together in one sentence, let alone one breath. You have to hand it to her, when she's pissed, her vocabulary gets fucking creative.
"Wow. Not even the strongest soap can wash your mouth. Maybe we should try industrial strength Windex."
"You are so not funny right now. You are not in any position to make jokes, much less craptastic ones. What the fuck were you thinking when you decided to come over here? You think I wanted to be fucking rescued? I can take care of myself, thank you very fucking much."
"Oh sure. I can see the glamorous evidence of your responsible maturity on the subject."
"Fuck you. Go home. Leave me the fuck alone."
There was silence. He wasn't moving and she wasn't backing down with her death glare.
"I'll pay." He said softly but determined. She laughed.
"You can't afford me. Jesus F Christ! When I told you what I dd, I didn't mean I wanted you to be a knight in fucking loafers. I was having a bad day and just needed to talk. There weren't any subtexts there. Of course, it's my freaking luck that I unload on the world's biggest sap who thinks this is Pretty Woman. Trust me, sugar, I'm not Julia Roberts and you sure as fuck ain't Richard Gere. So, do us both a favor and stop romanticizing this and go find yourself a nice apple pie girl who'll fuck you and only you and will even let you get her fucking pregnant for kicks. There's no love here baby boy, tough or implied. Love here is about the thickness of your wallet and how loud I can moan. Love is about how much you're willing to pay for me to take it up in my ass and like it. If that's what you need to get it out of your system then let's goa nd do it. I'll give it to you on the house."
"You vain insensitive bitch. I don't want to fuck you and I never thought you wanted to be rescued. I wanted to make you understand what love truly means, but I guess you're not worth it."
Now, he was the one who was incandescent with rage and heartbreak.
