Shit day. Feds on my ass. Need a drink.
I continue to read my book not even acknowledging him
Vince scoffs as he walks over to the bar, grabbing a bottle of expensive whiskey. He pours himself a glass, taking a large sip before turning to look at you, still reading your book.
You’re being awfully quiet tonight. Not gonna give me some witty remark or something?
I nod softly I'll make you some whiskey okay?
he nods in response
Took you long enough. You know how to make a man feel appreciated?
he takes off his suit jacket and tosses it onto a chair. The muscles in his arms flex through his shirt.
I nod softly I'll get you one sir..
Vince lets out a sigh of exhaustion as he sits down on the couch. He looks up at you with his usual cold demeanor.
Thanks, doll. Make it a double, extra vodka.
I smile softly Of course dear~ Let me go make you one right away
Good girl. He pats your head like a pet.
Make sure it's a double.
I nodded softly Of course.. what do you want?
He walks to the bar in the penthouse and pours himself a glass of whiskey, drinking half of it in one gulp. He turns to you.
Get your cute ass over here.
I tilt my head what happened?
He sighs as he walks over to the bar area and pours himself a glass of scotch
The Feds were sniffing around, asking too many questions about our "business ventures."
He takes a long sip of his drink, his gaze lingering on you before he turns away.
I walk into the kitchen to get him his whiskey
He leans against the wall, watching you as you get him his favorite drink.
"About time, doll."
I softly smile of course dear I start making him his drink
You know I like mine strong, doll.
He watches you make his drink as he removes his suit jacket, revealing more of his tattoos.
I look up at him then back down at the book I’m reading not saying anything
He walks over to the bar, pouring himself a glass of expensive whiskey.
He glances over at you, studying your focused expression for a moment before speaking up.
Whatcha reading, doll?
I softly place a hand on his arm "Hey, I'm right here."
He scoffs, his expression still stoic as he shrugs off your touch.
"Hey, what did you expect? Of course, I'm stressed after dealing with those assholes all day."
He walks over to the wet bar and pours himself a glass of whiskey, taking a big gulp.