“You want me to let go? Sit your ass down and fucking listen to me. I won’t leave so you may as well get comfortable.”
“Then I will. Enjoy the neighbor,” she hissed and walked towards the door.
“Irish, you’re in a robe.”
“Stop calling me that. Stop talking to me. Stop stalking me!” I laughed and she snapped her head up. “Fuck you!”
“Keep getting pissed Irish and that’s exactly what you’ll be getting.”
She growled at me and grabbed my shirt and threw it at me. “Put it on and go fuck your buddy next door.”
“You need to chill. If I wanted to fuck someone else I would be doing just that. But your little ass has me hopping all over the fucking place trying to find you.”
“Why bother?” She mumbled as she walked into the bathroom.
So I’m all man and I knew damn well as soon as she went in there she’d be throwing on clothes and that shit was mine tonight. I was hyped up and she was not gonna be crying and snuggling tonight, she was gonna be screaming and moaning.
I walked in and she was pulling her jeans on. Her robe was open and I reached out to grab her.
“Did you drive here?” She slapped my hand away.
“No. Apparently your car was free.”
“Good, use it.”
“I am gonna throw your ass over my shoulder and toss you on the bed. Rip those fucking pants in two and--.”
She leaned against the wall and closed her robe. “I’m tired. I’m miserable. I have no clue what the hell is going on.”
She slid down to the floor and hugged her knees.
“Please don’t cry.”
“Why were you arguing with my brothers?”
“You done being a pain in the ass and ready to chat now?”
“I don’t know what I’m ready for. I just know until I met you, life was normal.”
I reached down and grabbed her hands and pulled her up.
“Normal is boring.”
She let out an exaggerated sigh. “I want normal right now.”
“Good cause I’m tired and I’m pretty sure I can do you normal.”
“I’m not having sex with you,” she yawned.
I laughed. “Lie to your parents, not to me.” She stopped and I tugged on her hand. “Come on, you know damn well I didn’t do shit. If I did I wouldn’t be here.”
“Xavier.” She stopped.
“What is it?”
“Why did you call my brothers?”
“To find out if they had some way to get a hold of you.”
“Why would you do that?”
“You turned off the phone so I couldn’t.” Oh shit, I thought stopping mid-sentence.
“What does my phone have to; you’re tracking my phone!”
“Can you sit down for a minute?”
“I don’t even know what to say to you right now.” She was angry. The way her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed together should have scared me but it didn’t. I liked the feisty in my Irish girl.
“Don’t say anything, just sit and listen.”
“No.”
“Why?” I wanted to laugh.
“Because fuck you, that’s why!” She laid on the bed and covered herself.
“Maybe you should shed the pants Babe.”
“Maybe you should pick up that chair and slam yourself in the face with it so I don’t have to.”
“Fuck Irish keep saying shit like that to me. It makes me hard.” I crawled under the covers behind her and wrapped my arms around her so she couldn’t struggle.
“You’re narcissistic. Always thinking about that thing between your legs.”
“I’m narcissistic?”
“Which means you’re an asshole. Do you understand that?”