Patricia's POV
He sounded so serious that I actually felt bad, but fuck it. Good and fine then.
"Fuck you if you don't want to touch me. I'll simply pleasure myself in my bathroom and go to bed without having any of whatever it is you're cooking!" I yelled as I pushed him away and climbed down. He snatched my panties from my hand when I picked it up. He put it in his pocket just like before. I got even angrier.
"What made you think I'm cooking for you? You're not the only one fucking other people after all."
My anger reduced a bit and I gained clarity. He was sleeping with other women? Why did it hit me directly at my chest? Why did I fucking care?
"Are you saying that to spite me? Are you really doing that?" My voice cut. I was so hurt.
"I guess you'll have to find out soon, once my guest arrives."
My anger returned to boiling point and I snapped.