Kitten was quiet and reserved as we walked along. “I want to go home please.” Her voice was sad with a touch of defiance. I sighed long and hard. Out first disagreement. “No.”
She tugged at her hand and I had to find a wall to back her into. Caging her in, I lowered my face to hers. “You do not want to do this, do you hear me Kitten? I handled it, end of story. Don’t you ever fucking pull away from me again.”
I pulled her away from the wall and headed for the exit. The mood was gone now so there wasn’t any use hanging around. I took her to lunch where she sat and sulked over her salad with a long face.
“Kitten, you’re getting really close to feeling my hand when we get home. I didn’t do anything wrong and I refuse to sit her and be subjected to your silent treatment bullshit like a fucking kid.”
“Did you sleep with her?”