Page 95 of The Loathing

I edge closer and look at the small screen.

“Can you make the screen bigger?” and I hear Tyson sigh and mutter something under his breath.

“I might be a little bit blind but I’m not fucking deaf,” I roar, standing up and narrowing my gaze on Tyson.

His eyes widen.

“Sorry,” he holds his hands up in defence, “lemme see what I can do boss.” He walks over to the screen, double tapping and making the screen full-size, “Better?” Tyson smirks.

“Don’t be a condescending cunt Tyson,” I side eye him and bend to look at the screen again and I hear Xander scoff a laugh. I look over at him, throwing him an icy glare. “Don’t,”

Xander drops his head and stifles his laugh.

Little shit.

I turn my attention back to the screen and I watch.

And that’s when I see it.

He delicately puts the suitcase in the back.

Any normal person would be a bit rougher with it maybe, but then I rewind again.

He turns back and looks down at the suitcase, his lips moving but I am unable to hear a single fucking word he says.

“He put her in the fucking suitcase!” I bellow, grabbing the laptop and launching it across the room and I watch as it hits the wall, smashing before falling to the floor and the screen going black.

Royal bursts through the door, my bloodshot eyes wide and wild.

“Xavier, what’s happened?” she asks frantic, her eyes moving between us all.

“Titus snuck Amora out in a fucking suitcase.”

And that’s when I see her fucking smirk.

“Well done Titus…” she presses her tongue into her cheek, hanging onto the door handle. “Titus 1, Xavier 0,” she sings before slamming the office door shut.

“I love my wife, I love my wife,” I repeat out loud as I close my eyes and try to control my temper and erratic heart. “I’m going to hunt him down and fucking take her back.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

TITUS

I’m drunk.

How irresponsible of me.

And all I can do is smile at how beautiful she is.

My eyes are misty and I know it’s because I have inhaled far too much tequila, and I am certain every time either one of us makes a fresh batch we add a little more in each time. But she is right.

These cocktails are delicious.

I want to taste them on her lips.

Savour every moment if I was to kiss her.

If.

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