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♣️Chapter 29✖Selfish❌

"Nope, it's called being selfish!" Agent Scott shouted from wherever he was.

"Shut up! This is an A and B conversation." I yelled. "Simon I'm not being selfish, you try loving someone and seeing them be with someone else."

"Then don't watch. I mean seriously, you set up all these cameras in this man's house, invading his privacy like a gotdamn creep."

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I release a groan. "Just get out."

"I will as soon as you admit to being selfish."

"I'm not going to admit that."

Simon only shakes his head, before his eyes widen. "Wait, how exactly do you know that the woman at his house is his fling?"

"Well..." I tried to think, but couldn't. "Okay, so I don't exactly know if she's a fling."

Simon frowns. "So basically you're insinuating."

"Maybe," I mumble.

"Women are always insinuating things!" Agent Scott shouted.

"Shouldn't you be worried about telling your wife that your gay, and about the gay partner you killed?" I shouted back. "Because if you butt your way into this conversation again, I'll be sure to call her and tell her everything myself."

"Bitch!"

"Your mother!"

Simon only shakes his head at Scott's and I back and forth. "You guys are so damn immature."

"Coming from the person who still doesn't want to forgive me."

"Says the person that can't admit to being selfish," Simon remarks. "Forgiveness has to be earned Diana, and it's also not something that can be done overnight."

I sigh. "Your right, I'm sorry."

"Whatever, I'm gonna go finish watch the game," Simon says, before walking out the room.

Leaning against the punching bag, I put my earbuds into my ears. Music pours out, sounding like the most beautiful noise I'd ever heard. I turned it up, shutting out the world around me.
Slowly all the anger emerge from my body, causing me to feel calm for the first time in weeks.

'Maybe she is just his friend.' I thought.

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"Since Christmas is in a few days. Well, one to be exact. Do you guys think we should buy a tree?" Agent Scott asks.

"I don't know, Christmas isn't really my thing," I replied, watching the game.

"Heck no, we shouldn't buy a tree," Simon says, still keeping his eyes on the television.

"Why not?" Scott questions.

Simon pauses the game and turns to Scott. I groan out loud already knowing where this was going. "Because if you buy a tree that means you celebrate Christmas and if you celebrate Christmas that means that you believe Jesus was born on that day." Simon clarifies. "Which he wasn't." He adds.

Scott frowns. "How do you know Jesus wasn't born on Christmas?"

"Because there weren't any damn calendars back then. People couldn't even tell the time. Christmas is just a gimmick made up by the white man, to make people celebrate something that has a whole different meaning to it."

"There's plenty of other reasons why people celebrate Christmas," I say, trying to get the remote.

Scott shakes his head. "As much as I hate to say it, Simon you actually sound right."