#Chapter144
It’s another gothic skull, entwined with barbs and snakes that melt into all his other black ink like a mosaic. He has a thing for dark themed images.
He is clearly going to the gym this morning and I glare at him when he throws a boyish smile my way, that cheeky twinkly look in his eye which suggests a great mood. Meanwhile, I am stressed to the max clearing up the mess he let happen.
I wonder if it’s sex induced and scowl all the more.
‘You look happy,’ He says drily giving me the once over, joking obviously, and I just cast another furious look his way.
‘This place is a shambles; I hope your accountant isn’t busy because I am sending them four boxes of shit to decipher.’ I rage at him, unamused and with sarcasm, miffed that he seems lax about the pandemonium of his nightclub.
