The first time I saw her, she was twirling around in a black dress in the centre of a dance floor her dress was spinning and so was her head. She had had a couple drinks and was probably drunk. I spent the whole night watching her, I think I was in Paris when I saw her. She looked radiant and I know I’m not the only one who saw that. Later that night she came to the bar, where I was sitting. We talked and she invited me to her place, but I didn’t sleep with her. I’m a gentleman, but I got her number and we began talking every day after that. I fell so hard so quickly.

We moved in together a month ago, except ever since she moved in I e only been in our apartment once, and since I haven’t told her what I do she thinks I’m cheating, which isn’t true. I was in Tokyo taking down people that didn’t deserve to live.

I came back yesterday and we had a very memorable night. Except for the new scars in my body, she only noticed them this morning, she wasn’t happy at all. So she’s been ignoring me. It’s been two hours and I already want her to forgive me so badly.

“Could you turn on the heater?” I asked, she glared at me

“I don’t talk to liars or cheaters” she said simply.

She had packed a bag and my head was spinning, she was leaving?

“For the love of god, love I didn’t cheat on you. I had business to take care of. And we’re do you think your going?” I asked angrily.

I managed to convince her to stay, just a little longer. We are now making out on our bed. She is on top of me as her soft lips softly attack mine. My hands are in her thighs as I slowly pull her up.