WHO IS SHE?

“ Do you think I will buy your words?” I yelled.

“ How was your day, Baby ?” He asked.

“As usual,” I said as I gazed at him.

“ And in-between don’t try to change the topic, Alex,” I said.

“WHO. IS. SHE.?” I asked him again as I stood up from the couch.

“ I swear, she is just an old friend of mine.”

“ Old friend? “ I suspiciously asked him as I leaned on the desk with my arms folded across my chest and gazed at him.

“ AND WAIT!! WAIT!! IS IT BECAUSE OF HER DID YOU COME LATE TO HOME ON YOUR BIRTHDAY?”

“Baby,....”

“ ANSWER ME,” I asked as I grabbed his tie.

“ Yes.”

“Mm.”

“Baby, she was my past.” He spoke.

“Past? By saying this. Don't think you can escape. " I yelled at me.

I sniffed. " How many hours did she stay beside you or you made her stay here,” I asked.

“ It sinks,” I spoke.

“ Then fill me with your scent” He spoke seductively.

" Alex, I am serious. "

I glared at him as I tightened my grip on his tie.