Eloise
"A gamble? You let your secret slip and your hands were around my throat a fucking heartbeat later. Doesn't take a genius to know where to place their bet." She snapped back, meeting his glare easily enough.
"Oh I have? You mean, by coming when you call, keeping up this ridiculous charade of being your little fuck buddy here, sleeping on the floor? And I've dealt with that for months now. But you fucking push and push and push Jack. Every fucking word out of your mouth is a criticism or an order and all for what?"
Cheeks flushed, Eloise angrily pushed a strand of hair from her face watching skeptically as he poured two glasses of rum. Eyes narrowed, the illusionist reached out with her magic to try and snatch the glass he'd meant to keep for himself. If he'd put something in hers while she was ranting, he could fucking down that portion himself.
"Oh I have? You mean, by coming when you call, keeping up this ridiculous charade of being your little fuck buddy here, sleeping on the floor? And I've dealt with that for months now. But you fucking push and push and push Jack. Every fucking word out of your mouth is a criticism or an order and all for what?"
Cheeks flushed, Eloise angrily pushed a strand of hair from her face watching skeptically as he poured two glasses of rum. Eyes narrowed, the illusionist reached out with her magic to try and snatch the glass he'd meant to keep for himself. If he'd put something in hers while she was ranting, he could fucking down that portion himself.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
