barked.
Ryan stood and took her jabbing him in the chest with her stiletto-sharp nails that she’d had done at the spa with his money. He needed to say the right things, especially now.
“Right, no problem, and I’ll pay to have you moved, too. It’s going to be alright, baby,” he reassured her as he tried to grab her wrist to stop the poking.
“Damn right, you will move me, and I want someone to pack it and unpack it, as well. I’m not lifting a damn finger. And when that’s all done, I never want to see your sorry ass again. EVER!” she yelled. “Go to Europe with your little fucking boy band and don’t ever contact me again. Do you understand me?”
Ryan gasped. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Now, wait, Krissy. You don’t mean that. I love you.”
“No, you don’t. You love the band, you love the fame, and the attention from those fanwhores, and the traveling, and ‘the music’, but you don’t love me!”
“You’re wrong; I do love you.” He couldn’t come up with the right words to convince her.
“No, Ryan, you do not love me. If you did, you wouldn’t enjoy spending so much time away. You would give up this band dream and get a real job so we could be together.”
“A REAL job? What the fuck, Krissy? The band is my dream job. I’ve been working my ass off, living poor, working odd jobs, playing in smoky bars for years trying to make it. Now that I have, you want me to walk away? If you loved me at all, you would want me to do what I love, and you’d celebrate my successes with me, not brush off my dreams as an inconvenience.” Ryan was yelling right along with her now until he noticed heads turning and staring at the scene they were making.
“I’m leaving. When you come home from Europe, I will not be here waiting.”
Ryan stared at her for a long minute before letting out an exasperated sigh. “Krissy, I know you don’t mean that. You’re angry right now, and I get it, but we love each other. I don’t want to see things left unsettled while I’m gone. I thought maybe you would go ahead and move into my apartment while I’m gone. We should have moved in together before I left the first time. The rent’s paid and there’s another bedroom for Hayden. I will have the door repaired. I know it’s not perfect, but you’ll have a good place to live, and I won’t have to worry about you living alone.”
He had never mentioned them moving in together before. Maybe this idea would placate her until he could get back and figure things out.
She softly laid her hand in the middle of his chest. It was a familiar touch to her, and one Ryan had been seeking since returning to her. “Ryan, I know this is hard for you. It’s hard on both of us, but I need to know I am as important to you as this band. With you willing to leave me without a thought as to how it effects me, it makes me feel unimportant to you.”
“Kitten, you are important to me, and what I’m doing ensures we will have a great life.”
She tightened the material of his shirt front bringing them closer together. “Babe, take me home. I hate that all we’ve done is fight since you’ve been here. I need to know you love me like you say you do.”
He pulled her closer and kissed her. He decided maybe they were getting somewhere, finally but wasn’t quite sure with her about face all of a sudden.
Ryan dressed to leave the next morning quickly, knowing he had a lot to do before flying out. He leaned in to give Krissy a kiss and tried not to wake her.
“Where are you off to so early, Babe?” Her voice was thick with sleep.
“Kitten, I have so much to do today. I need an early start to finish it all.” He rushed around the room finishing up to leave.
“Like what? I thought we could enjoy the morning a little longer.” Her sex-tousled hair and heavy-lidded eyes were enough to make him want to jump back in with her, but he knew if he did, he would never get finished in time to
Ryan stood and took her jabbing him in the chest with her stiletto-sharp nails that she’d had done at the spa with his money. He needed to say the right things, especially now.
“Right, no problem, and I’ll pay to have you moved, too. It’s going to be alright, baby,” he reassured her as he tried to grab her wrist to stop the poking.
“Damn right, you will move me, and I want someone to pack it and unpack it, as well. I’m not lifting a damn finger. And when that’s all done, I never want to see your sorry ass again. EVER!” she yelled. “Go to Europe with your little fucking boy band and don’t ever contact me again. Do you understand me?”
Ryan gasped. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Now, wait, Krissy. You don’t mean that. I love you.”
“No, you don’t. You love the band, you love the fame, and the attention from those fanwhores, and the traveling, and ‘the music’, but you don’t love me!”
“You’re wrong; I do love you.” He couldn’t come up with the right words to convince her.
“No, Ryan, you do not love me. If you did, you wouldn’t enjoy spending so much time away. You would give up this band dream and get a real job so we could be together.”
“A REAL job? What the fuck, Krissy? The band is my dream job. I’ve been working my ass off, living poor, working odd jobs, playing in smoky bars for years trying to make it. Now that I have, you want me to walk away? If you loved me at all, you would want me to do what I love, and you’d celebrate my successes with me, not brush off my dreams as an inconvenience.” Ryan was yelling right along with her now until he noticed heads turning and staring at the scene they were making.
“I’m leaving. When you come home from Europe, I will not be here waiting.”
Ryan stared at her for a long minute before letting out an exasperated sigh. “Krissy, I know you don’t mean that. You’re angry right now, and I get it, but we love each other. I don’t want to see things left unsettled while I’m gone. I thought maybe you would go ahead and move into my apartment while I’m gone. We should have moved in together before I left the first time. The rent’s paid and there’s another bedroom for Hayden. I will have the door repaired. I know it’s not perfect, but you’ll have a good place to live, and I won’t have to worry about you living alone.”
He had never mentioned them moving in together before. Maybe this idea would placate her until he could get back and figure things out.
She softly laid her hand in the middle of his chest. It was a familiar touch to her, and one Ryan had been seeking since returning to her. “Ryan, I know this is hard for you. It’s hard on both of us, but I need to know I am as important to you as this band. With you willing to leave me without a thought as to how it effects me, it makes me feel unimportant to you.”
“Kitten, you are important to me, and what I’m doing ensures we will have a great life.”
She tightened the material of his shirt front bringing them closer together. “Babe, take me home. I hate that all we’ve done is fight since you’ve been here. I need to know you love me like you say you do.”
He pulled her closer and kissed her. He decided maybe they were getting somewhere, finally but wasn’t quite sure with her about face all of a sudden.
Ryan dressed to leave the next morning quickly, knowing he had a lot to do before flying out. He leaned in to give Krissy a kiss and tried not to wake her.
“Where are you off to so early, Babe?” Her voice was thick with sleep.
“Kitten, I have so much to do today. I need an early start to finish it all.” He rushed around the room finishing up to leave.
“Like what? I thought we could enjoy the morning a little longer.” Her sex-tousled hair and heavy-lidded eyes were enough to make him want to jump back in with her, but he knew if he did, he would never get finished in time to
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