I Bet

  They were busy eating and Iris was there away from the table to make sure she won't eat unless it was a meal. Hardin was annoyed and getting more annoyed that she had decided to kill him. But if she kills him, her pleasurable happiness will be gone forever. She shook the idea and Hardin came with a small plate with whatever finger food that Maverick prepared. He came running and nearly tripped but he came back to her not empty-handed. 

"Here, I know that you are drooling." He moved the plate closer to her and when she was about to pick it he moved it away. "Alright, before anything you need to promise me one thing." 

"What the fuck, Hardin!" She exclaimed at him. 

"Hey, I don't want to die tonight because I feed you." He rolled his eyes. "Now, swore that you won't beat me up." 

"I never beat you up." She gritted her teeth. "Now give me that."