Nefretiri
"You fucking asshole!"
Wincing, I hear Ivan yell into the phone again. He's got it on mute, but I can hear how pissed he is. How long has he been on that call? What would it take to make this guy understand? If he didn't stop, Ivan would start getting rude.
"Calm down," Sighing, I look in the mirror, trying to keep myself calm. Was it karma or just bad luck that things didn't go to plan for us?
We'd been in the shower when the phone started ringing in the kitchen. I hadn't heard it, but Ivan did. He'd growled but went back to kissing my stomach. The second time it rang was less than a minute later, and it was obvious he knew who was calling. By the fourth one, he'd pressed his forehead against me and started swearing.
Reluctantly, he'd gotten out and stormed out of the bathroom.
