“Wonderful,” he mimicked, throwing her a look as though feeding off her insecurities. The smile was obviously forced — (and she must take him for a REAL fucking half- wit, if she was STILL trying to pull that shit, with him). All the same, he strode over to the opposing wall and — not once allowing her to drop his gaze — grabbed a dumbbell from the rack. Casually raised it in his hand — held it there with the hint of a smile on his lips, even. “ Did you even finish the last batch? —Whatever. Sounds WONDERFUL, dear.”
Honeyed eyes NARROWED, cheeks turning a rather lovely shade of red. She was tired of the BULLSHIT Bud deemed it was appropriate to pull. She wasn’t some SHOWPONY for use at work parties and other such events, no. She was his WIFE and he was damn well going to respect her for once in his life.
“You know what, darling?” The pet name was spit with a poisoned air. “Why don’t YOU pay the fucking bills hm? Last I checked you were the only one swiping that card. What was it you bought again? Oh yes, how could I forget? Beer; LOTS of beer!”
