“Think again.” I snatch her phone from her lap and place it in front of her face, unlocking it.
When she comes out of her daze, I’m already on her Instagram and proceed to delete the ‘my type’ picture.
“Have you ever heard of privacy?”
“Don’t believe in that word when it comes to you.” While I’m at it, I go to her contacts and see what she named me.
“Psycho’s cute.” I kiss her cheek and she freezes as I take a selfie and then put it as the display picture. “There. Much better. You can ogle this when you miss me.”
“As if!”
I chuckle as she tries to retrieve her phone and fails. Over and over.
Finally, she gives up and throws daggers with her eyes in my direction. “Ugh. Dick.”
“I see your repertoire of insults has gotten richer.”
“Learned from the best.”
“Happy to help. How are you going to pay me? I vote for a BJ.”
“In your dreams.”
“In my dreams, your blood is smeared all over my cock, so unless you want to recreate the image, I suggest you change the subject.” I grab her hand and place it on my bulge.
Her cheeks turn crimson as she retracts her hand back fast. “Perv.”
“If you believe that to be an insult, think again.”
She releases a breath but chooses to continue eating instead.
So I prompt. “By the way, where should we go later?”
“Why do we have to go anywhere?”
“Because we’re dating, or whatever label you want to put on it. In retrospect, that means you’re mine.”
She releases an exasperated sigh.
“Come to the mansion. Niko is throwing a party.”
“Pass. That’s not my scene.”
“Hmm. Then what is?”
“Quiet nights. Cozy blankets and a thought-provoking film. Those types of things.”
“Your idea of fun is even worse than your taste in men.”
“Too bad I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“Too bad you’re getting it. What movie are we watching tonight? I’ll bring snacks.”
“Weare not watching anything.”
“Then come to the party.”
“No.”