"All your I love you's were fake."

Jerry's eyes went wide upon seeing Cloey and he pulled her into his lap and started kissing all over her face.

I facepalmed and shook my head while mumbling to myself, "Read the room, Jerry."

Cloey scrunched up her nose, possibly from the scent of alcohol that came from his mouth as he showered her face with kisses.

"Jerry stop!" Cloey made the distance between him and her by pushing against his chest. 

"Babe, what's wrong?" Jerry questioned just realizing that she was angry.

Jerry loosened his grasp on her waist and Cloey got up from his lap. She angrily pointed around the room, "Look at the place! It's a fucking mess!"

Cloey nervously glanced at me as she argued, "I go away for one night and this is what I come home to?"

Jerry got up from the couch and since he was tall and fat, he looked like an ogre, a handsome ogre because despite the fat he developed in certain areas, he was still pretty good-looking.