Her boss kind of gave her a hard time about calling out, but she explained her situation to her. From the sound of it, that lady was a bitch. They finally finished bickering back and forth and Selena slammed the phone onto the mattress. "Bitch," she growled, tossing herself back into bed. I chuckled, rolling myself on top of her. "Don't you have to call out?" she questioned, tilting her head to the right. "I work on commission," I smirked, "I don't have to deal with bitchy bosses." "You're so lucky," she hissed. "I told you that you don't have to work anymore," I brushed my thumb against her eyebrow. "I'm not going to live off your money, Nick," she huffed heavily. "I don't want you working, though," my brows furrowed in frustration, "Is that so hard to understand?" As I spoke the words, her eyes rolled in their sockets. She was clearly being thickheaded once again. She huffed in another breath and growled cutely in frustration, "Baby, it's not like I do any hard labor. I can handle what I'm doing." "I don't care. I want you safe at home and away from that bastard." Her dark eyes glared into mine, "So that's what this is all about? You don't want me near Taylor?" "Taylor?" I scoffed, "He sounds like a pussy." "Nicholas," her hands pushed me off of her, "If you're keeping me here just to argue, I rather go to work." "No," I pushed my body back onto hers, "I'm not keeping you here to argue. I'm keeping you here because you really don't feel well and I want to take care of ...
Keywords: `Trash;, 56, Xox, Nelena, Love, xo
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