and do anything to cause trouble because it makes their lives seem less meaningless.”
She stares at me in shock. “Meaningless; you hypocrite.”
“Maybe I am but I speak the truth.”
She looks to be thinking on what I say and then snaps. “You can hold the breakfast because I’ve lost my appetite. I should get to work.”
She turns away and I reach out and pull her back, saying with frustration, “Don’t walk away from me in anger—ever. If you have a problem with me, we talk it out. You may not like what goes on here, darlin’ but it works. If a whore is filling your head with shit, then it’s up to you to process the information and make your own decisions. What should matter is how I treat you and I’m telling you; I have never spent the night with a woman and certainly not in my bed. I do not make food for them and I do not spend time with them outside of when I’m inside them. So, if you don’t like the way I put you higher than them, you’ve got a problem. As for me hiding, you’re a fine one to talk. You still have some explaining to do and you know it’s only a matter of time before you tell us the real reason you’re hiding here. Until then, let me show you how to face your fears.”
Sophia looks at me with so much disgust it makes me want to crawl into a pit and die. Her eyes narrow and she hisses. “Thanks for your help, but I’ll be fine from now on. I’m not interested in spending time with a man who dismisses women so cruelly. For your information, that girl was sweet, honest and concerned. She wasn’t stirring the pot as you say and seemed genuinely worried. Maybe it’s best you go back to only enjoying women when you’re inside them because quite honestly, your conversation sucks, anyway.”
She spins on her heel and heads back the way she came and I make a fist. Fucking women, no wonder I keep away. I’ll never understand what goes on inside their head—ever.
Like Sophia, I’ve lost my appetite and decide to punch it out on the bags in the gym.
She needs to cool down and realize that she’s fighting over nothing.
As I punch the lights out of the bag, I hear someone laughing and look up to see Snake lifting some weights on the bench.
I glare at him and he grins. “Happens to us all bro.”
“What?”
I’m cold and abrupt but I don’t care and he shrugs. “Women. They have a habit of getting under your skin and once they have, there’s no shaking them. The ones with a brain are worse. They take no shit and make up their minds before knowing the facts. They’re hot headed, full bodied and fiery as hell and you know what, they are the best kind.”
I sigh with exasperation. “How did you know?”
“Been there, done that and ripped the t-shirt in half. You know my old lady, she ain’t no pushover either and that little lady you’re spending time with is a hard one to crack. From what I can see, you’re doing a good job, so far, anyway, but you need to know when to back off.”
“What are you an expert?”
“If I was, I’d charge you for my advice.”
I roll my eyes as he grins. “Let her simmer down, she’ll come back. You just need to learn that some battles are not worth fighting. For those that are, the victory is in the making up at the end. All that aside though, has she said anything about why she won’t go home?”
Sinking down on the bench opposite, I shake my head wearily. “She’s close but some stupid whore got in the way and filled her head with tales of me hiding something.”
I can feel Snake’s eyes penetrating deep inside me and then he shrugs. “You are.”
“She doesn’t need to know that, hell she’d better never find out.”
“How’s that gonna work? I mean, if she sticks around and you get close, it will come out one day and then you’ll be deeper in shit than you would if you came clean now.”
“NO!”
Snake shrugs. “It’s your call to make. Anyway, my old lady is back today, so I’m off to make sure the house is tidy. Call me a pussy, but I kind of want to spend the night inside her, not cleaning my shit before she’ll let me. You know,