Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

That’s why I was ready to make him sweat a bit today, then forgive him
and spend the night letting him please me and apologize to me in all the right
ways. Ways that involved, but were not limited to, his tongue between my
legs.
But of course he had to go MIA on me all day. Now I had to act like I was
still mad and maybe even sleep in my own bed again to make a point. That
little fucker was fucking up all my plans.
Valentina had gone to bed nearly an hour ago and I was finishing cleaning
up around the apartment when I heard the familiar sound of keys being turned
into the locks.
Fucking finally.
Trying to act like I didn’t care, I continued to wipe the counter as he
entered and tossed his keys on the table. Still not looking up, waiting for him
to fall to his knees and start apologizing to me, saying his phone got stolen or
his thumbs got broken or fuck, even that he was kidnapped by aliens who
wanted to destroy our country!
Anything would’ve done it to be honest. I really wanted us to make up
already even if a part of me was still itching for a fight, for some reason. I
guess I wanted to get my frustrations out.
But when a minute passed and nothing happened, I finally did look up.
Maddox was slumped against the front door, eyes closed, head thrown
back against it, looking like he was trying to find the strength to even finish
this day.
Oh he would need it, indeed.
My eyes narrowed, “Your shoes.” I said, because he knew I hated it when
people left their shoes on inside the house.
Maybe it was because I was raised by a clean freak, maybe it was a
cultural thing, I didn’t really care for the reason, I mostly just found it
disgusting.