Page 97 of The Proposal Pact
“That is still intact.” The heels of her pink cowboy boots clink against the cobbled street.
“Then why the fuck where you flirting with that scrawny imbecile?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I wasn’t and I had it handled.”
“Yeah,” I snort out humorlessly. “I saw how you were handling it with that sweet smile.”
She stops, turning around to face me. Fuck, I know I’m being an asshole right now but that burn inside me isn’t going down. No, it just keeps growing, making me angrier by the second. Angry at myself and at her. God, how angry she makes me.
“Oh, you…” She trails off, taking a deep, steadying breath. “I have no idea what’s got your panties in a twist.” Sophie huffs. “It’s not like we’re actually married and I was cheating on you.” The woman has the audacity to roll her eyes at me as she lets the door to the building slam in my face.
I didn’t even notice that we were here already.
I’m about to storm after her when the door jerks open again right in front of me.
“Oh, and for your knowledge, I wouldn’t give him my name or number anyway, because we have the stupid proposal pact between us,” she whisper-hisses. “I don’t know what that means to you, but I’d never cheat on you!”
Sophie slams the door shut again but something that has no business being there, eases in my chest. Yet I still storm after her and let out a long string of colorful cuss words.
White. White fucking thong. That’s what I see as her feet hit the top of the stairs while I’m still at the bottom.
I swear, I’ll burn that skirt, and every pair of sexy underwear that she owns alongside it. I should’ve bought her a mega-pack of granny panties on Amazon instead of all that lingerie.
See? No good deed goes unpunished!
“What else do you want from me, Clover?” Sophie sighs, angry and annoyed as she opens the front door to our apartment which I slam shut behind us.
“Don’t wear that skirt again.”
She stops and slowly turns around.
“Vre?And why the heck not?” Great, she’s pissed off if she’s using Greek, but guess what? So am I!
“Because every motherfucker had his eyes on my wife in that damn skirt!”
“And what are you gonna do about it?” She plants her hands on her hips. Whether she knows it or not, she’s playing with fire right now.
Rip it off your perky ass, turn it into ribbons right before I do the same with said ass.But I don’t say that. Instead, I walk out the door to the sound of her shouting, “That’s what I thought.”
That little…my palm itches to teach that brat a lesson.Fucking itchesto mark her so hard not one soul in this hippy town will miss it.
But since I can’t do that, I decide on the next best thing.
Ten minutes later, I’m pushing open the door to one store I swore I’d never visit again. Unicorn Jems.
“Wow, Shrek, are you feeling feverish today?” Sophie asks, her small frame shaking as she mixes something vigorously in the kitchen when I walk back into the apartment about thirty minutes later.
“Don’t know about a fever but I should definitely invest in some blood pressure meds,” I mutter, but by the look of that sly smile, she hears me just fine and is quite pleased with herself for causing it.
Like I said, little brat.
In a few steps, I come up right to her, grab her left hand that was mixing guacamole. “What are you—” Her words cut off when she sees me slip a band on her finger.
“Wh-what is this, Clover?” Sophie gapes at her hand.
“A ring.”
“No way, really? I couldn’t tell.” She arches an eyebrow. “What is it doing on my finger?”
