I Don't Love, Hon. I Only Fuck

I leaned forward and gave her a kiss she would remember even when she's giving birth to damn twins. She kissed me back with equal fervor. Where my kiss was purely out of opportunity for a quick make out before the break out, hers was full of emotions like lust, pleasure and maybe even…happiness? Let me guess she thinks I kissed her because I reciprocate her so called 'feelings'.

Wishful idiot.

I withdrew after I had my fun and she was full on panting like a cow in my face.

Let's get started then, "You know, I just realized, you were never a good kisser", I simply stated, maintaining my nose to nose position with her, she looked up wide eye, "Come to think of it, I can recall a few who ever better than you in all accounts, yet they all ended up with an apology card and some flowers that were of my secretary's choice. And you think I will marry you?

"The only reason you sit here today is because you got a good boob job done and a better looking ass than a fuckin Kardashian. But if I have to spend more than a day looking at your botox whining about yet another thing, I'd literally hang you from the ceiling. And to think I'd want to spend my entire life with you?" I chuckled, "Baby you make me laugh harder than Kevin Hart on pot", she was in utter shock by now, with mouth hanging so low that if it fell any lower she might have to get another uplift.

"But I- I thought you love me-"

"I don't love, hon. I only fuck….and you're not even good at that".

That comment really hit her because i can see her face redden with anger.

"Look, I only tolerated you because I'm a busy man I didn't have time to deal with your obnoxiously whiny fat ass 'cause I knew you'd through a tantrum. But now you've crossed a major line. Don't ever presume you could meddle in my personal life with no regards of consequences because there will be consequence...Grave. Consequences." I emphasized on the word grave to get the point across, whilst glaring at her to be extra sure that even she get the gist of my intentions and kindly get the hell out of here.

She blinked as if she came back from a static state as i moved back from her but still stayed in front of her leaning back on my desk.

She looked up at me and kept looking.

What a creep.

I raised my brow in question to her stare on me.

"I know why you're doing this Fordy, you are afraid of commitment aren't you? I think you've been hurt before by someone, by some bitch that was only after your money and she broke your heart but sweety-" she quickly got up from her seat and took my face in her hands.

I think she didn't get the gist, did she? Of course, not; what else could I expect from her.

"-I love you for yourself, I don't care about your money I just need you baby I want to marry you and have beautiful vacations together, travel the world together, buy souvenirs from all the places we go, have fancy dinners on rooftops of famous restaurants, attend amazing balls, fashion weeks and so much more; I'll keep you happy, honey, please marry me, I'm not like other girls, I'm not a gold digger."