The power struggle between Arianrhod and James was becoming more apparent, each believing they had the upper hand and more intelligence. Unfortunately the situation between them had become complicated as they shared a bed regularly. However, James still withheld the keys to his house and home, much to Arianrhod's disgust. She was annoyed that he had a key to her apartment but she had to wait around like some common one-night stand, begging to spend time with him at his place.
"All this drama aside, when will I be granted the same privileges that you currently enjoy?" asked Arianrhod waspishly.
James looked up from the paper he was reading and raised an eyebrow. She was dressed like a hooker, with her melted mascara and smudged lipstick. Why was he with her?
"What are you talking about?" he asked, annoyed that she had interrupted his train of thought with some self-centred, selfish reflection.
She paced the study in her clothing from the night before, refusing to leave without a set of keys. This affair had gone on long enough.
"Keys," she spat through clenched teeth.
He shook his head, still oblivious to what she was asking of him. It was already ten past eight and he had to be in court at ten. Trying to be attentive to her every whim, he had not had time to prepare and even now, she was not satisfied but rather annoyed him about some keys.
"What about them?" he asked coolly. If she didn't leave shortly, he would have to ask her to do so or evict her with the aid of his very able butler.
Sulking, Arianrhod continued to pace the room. How could he be so dense? Was he simply pretending he didn't understand so that he could worm his way out of a commitment? Well two could play this game!
"Nothing forget it. I am going home!"
Glancing up at her again, he almost sighed out loud with relief.
"You don't have to look so happy about it!" she cried, shoving her belongings into her overnight bag angrily.
Once again he looked up at her and shook his head in bewilderment. What was she on about now?
"I have a court case in an hour or so and you are dribbling some inconsequential shayt. Can we talk about this later? I really don't have time for your mood swings right now."
Arianrhod grabbed her car keys from the desk and stormed out of the house before James had any opportunity to really comprehend what had just happened. She left quickly, afraid he would see the tears welling in her eyes and she would be damned if she showed him any weaknesses! As far as he was concerned, she was indifferent in her feelings toward him.
James took another sip of coffee and returned to his paperwork.
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Boudoir Secrets 2Mystery / Thriller
Continuation of Boudoir Secrets... a naughty, raunchy thriller... Read if you dare ;) This is a thriller, so please be advised it is for more mature audiences. Rated M