"Are you crazy? Why would you do something like this?" Kate was only wearing a bra and panties and knew when the doorbell rang that it must be Amir.
"Amir. We can talk later. I'm late from work," she went back to her closet and placed a few of her clothes on the bed.
"Late from work? Why the hell did you rummage through my stuff? It was my personal stuff and you … you almost stole my property file."
Kate was getting bored of this thing. His eyes were swollen, and he wasn't even decently dressed. The torn shorts and the sando he was wearing were stinking.
"Honey. We'll discuss this later," she kissed his cheek and closed the bathroom door behind her.
He opened her fridge and took out a jar of strawberry jam. Sitting at the counter he started slathering the sweet sticky treat on the bread. He was fuming.
How dare Kate thought that she could make decisions regarding his property on his behalf? She was his fiancée. Not his owner or wife.
