"Well Gerald this is therapy" I said, a mocking smile gracing my face.
Mhmm, he was now seething.
"For the last time you insolent fųcking bįtch" My smile twitched at the corner of my lips. God I hated that word.
God, fųcking damn it I really hated that word. I was finding it very hard to keep my composure at the moment.
"Don't call me Gerald, EVER, again, you disgusting bitc-" He breathed.
That's where I lost it.
A sharp intake of breath raced through his pink lips, as his body was knocked over by a strong force.
That force being a short, curly haired, black women who has had enough of his shit.