Page 122 of You're the Boss

THE BASTARD: I never thought you’d say those words to me.

ME: Well, it’s too quiet, and there’s a severe lack of funky socks in my laundry.

THE BASTARD: Ah, so it’s the potential blackmail material you miss.

ME: I was trying not to say it, but…

THE BASTARD: Life with you is a series of heartbreaks, Chlo.

What?

He was so dramatic.

THE BASTARD: What time is the party today?

ME: Starts at seven, but I think I might go to Aunt Fizz and Uncle Jay’s house before lunch. My place is too quiet.

THE BASTARD: You should adopt a cat when we’re done up here.

ME: I’ve never considered it. You’ve always kept me too busy for a pet.

THE BASTARD: Well, you’ll have all the time in the world since you’re abandoning me.

ME: I see you have a flair for the dramatic this morning.

THE BASTARD: The thought of you leaving me makes me act this way.

ME: Are you trying to be pitiful enough to make me change my mind?

THE BASTARD: Between that and seducing you, I was hoping I had a shot at it.

Ha.

ME: I see you’ve pulled the stick out of your arse.

THE BASTARD: What can I say? Waking up to you not being here was more shocking than I thought.

ME: You’re being very needy again.

THE BASTARD: Only because it’s you.

ME: You know, if you keep saying things like that, I might start getting the wrong idea.

THE BASTARD: That depends on what you think the wrong idea is.

ME: That you can’t live without me.

THE BASTARD: You already know that much is true.

ME: I don’t mean professionally.

THE BASTARD: Who said that’s what I meant?

I bit my lower lip, dragging my teeth across it and snagging a dry bit of skin. I picked at it as I stared at his words, and I winced as I plucked the tiny bit away.

Ouch.

That stung.

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