ANGER

TWO

                                     Liam

             I walked back in to find the bitch holding my prized most possession, more valuable to me than the riches I had. I scowled and lunged of her, I grabbed her shoulder hard, she whimpered but I didn’t care. No one ever touches that picture.

           “How dare you” I roared and she cowered angering me the more. I let go of her shoulder and stared at my hands. When did I become so cruel? I stared at the photo on the floor and my anger started building.

            “I am sorry” she muttered and I stared at her incredulous. 

             “You are sorry?” I echoed and she nodded. I bark out a laugh and snatched up the picture. “Don’t ever snoop in my belongings. Do you hear me? You want cars, houses, money, I can give you that without blinking but don’t ever poke your nose in my stuff” I growled. I expected to cower as she always does but she stared at me strangely.

              “Who is she?” She asked and I stared at her surprised. When did she have the nerve to ask a question and why does she sound jealous?

               “It’s none of your business” I retorted skirting past and crashed into the chair. “Get out” I said and she shook her head. I raised a brow surprised? Was she refusing an order from me?

               “I want to stay with you in bed as your wife” she whispered shyly and I stared at her confusion. Why was she sounding jealous?

                “Want me to fuck you?” I asked and she shook her head frantically and I smirked. Did she think I would sleep beside her without doing anything. I am not that nice at least not anymore, not before Janice died. She moved a step forward and sat on the bed.

                 “I know you are hurt” she said and I turned to look at her, hard. No one has ever told that well except for Janice. She scooted closer till she was across, facing me.

                  “I….I..I am sorry. You had to go through all this.” She said and smiled nervously at me. I scowled.

                  “Why are you afraid of sex?” I asked the one thing on my mind and she gulped.

                  “Huh?” She asked and bit her lower lip, something I noticed she did when she was nervous.

                  “Why are you afraid of sex” I repeated harshly this time. “Not like you don’t enjoy it. Don’t you” I stood, walked closer and grabbed her face.

                 “You are rough, it scares me” she accused and I grinned.

                 “It’s not my fault sweetie” I said and bit her earlobe I noticed she shivered at my touch. “You’ve got the body of a goddess. And I am a human with cravings” I bit her neck and she moaned and covered it with a cough. Oh was she pretending all this while so she liked it. 

                   I moved away and turned to the stack of papers on the desk. My phone pinged and I sighed, mom as usual reminding me of that crazy party. I hated socializing and my mother seemed to love the idea of me meeting people. I opened a shelve and brought out a cigar. I hated it when too much thoughts invaded my head and I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. First was this Alice, she was something else I don’t know why I can’t seem to control my body around here she must be a witch or something no one has ever made me like this, only Janice! And she was dead. I scowled and lit the cigar, inhaling then let out the smoke. Alice frowned, but I didn’t care, I was way past worrying about what anyone thought about me. 

               “Do you want something to eat, you haven’t eaten” she asked and I glared at her.

               “I am not hungry” I snapped but she ignored me and walked out. ‘Good leave me alone’ I mused and tapped out the last of the cigar. The door opened again and Alice walked in with a tray of pepperoni pizza and I stared at her surprised.

               “I didn’t ask you to bring me….

               “I know Liam” she interrupted and I stared at her again. Since when did she get familiar enough to call me by my name and I kind of liked it, I must be going crazy. I hated it when my body responds differently than my head it makes me angry and I was getting angrier and frustrated by the minute. Why does she have this effect on me Janice was the only one supposed to affect me this way.

                “Go away” I growled, hating what was building in me. “Get out” I snapped expecting her to run but instead she stared at me in a different kind of way like she was no longer scared of me. Like she knew I wasn’t a total asshole, which I was. She stared at me with longing, with passion, with need then she did something I never expected 

                She let her robes fall to the floor 

          “I am ready now” she said and moved closer.