Page 31 of Dark Breaker

I laugh.Right. Any food I cook is for me and me alone to eat. The food that you cook, on the other hand, is for both of us. I’ll try to leave you a little bit of everything you cook so you don’t starve, of course.

You’re so very generous and romantic,she replies.I think I’ll be getting take-out a lot, though.

No you won’t,I send.You’re cooking for me.

Make me, she retorts.

I squeeze my phone angrily.You’re lucky you’re not here with me, or I’d give you a good spanking.

Her reply pisses me off all the more.

You can certainly try. Though I suspect I’ll be the one spanking you ;)

With that I kill Snapchat and resolve not to use it ever again. She really, really knows how to get on my nerves. Well, we’ll see how lippy she is a few days after we’re married. I’m going to wipe that persistent smirk off her face and forever dismiss the scorn from her eyes, replacing it with undying love and devotion. Yes, I’m going to make her love me, and make her beg me to fuck her. By the time I’m done with her she’ll be eating out of my hand and begging to serve me. I swear she will.

I’m really looking forward to our wedding.

5

Rosa

Ihaven’t heard a peep from Fabio since my last Snapchat comment. That tells me I’ve gotten the upper hand, at least on the social media side of things. I’ve posted a few more pics I was sure would raise his ire, including another full-on kissing pic with my “wifey,” but I suspect he’s not logging into his account. I’ve tried crossposting to TikTok as well, but still nothing.

Too bad. I was rather enjoying trolling my future husband.

The other comments I’ve been getting on the stories are kind of disgusting, especially from my exes, but hey, that was expected. Nunzio actually had the gall to suggest we have a threesome. That demonstrates right there why he’s my ex.

“Anything from Fabio today?” Michela asks me after class.

“Nope,” I reply

“Hopefully that means we don’t have to do another kissy pic,” she says.

“I don’t think he’s even logging in anymore. Guess we pissed him off.”

“Good, because I haven’t brushed my teeth,” Michela retorts.

I giggle. “You’re really getting into this wifey role, aren’t you?”

“Well no,” she says. “But if I do have to kiss you, I want my breath to at least smell good, you know? What kind of a friend would I be if I blasted you with the scent of garlic chives and onions when I kissed you?”

“But garlic breath is kind of hot.” I laugh and wrap my arm around her. “What would I do without you?”

We get some looks as we leave class, no doubt because of my arm draped about her shoulder. A lot of people—mostly guys—seem to be wondering if something is going on between her and I since I posted those pics. But I don’t care. Anything to get on Fabio’s nerves.

“When are you supposed to pick up a wedding dress?” Michela asks.

I let her go, my mood dropping. “I’m meeting Angela after class today. There’s a place downtown. Want to come?”

“Ha!” Michela replies. “No thanks. I know what’s going to end up happening.”

“And what’s that?”

She gives me an accusing smile. “You’re going to make me play dress up with you, of course. I’m not really into wedding dresses.”

“Come on, it might be fun,” I press.

She shakes her head. “Seriously. I don’t think I’m ever getting married. And I’d rather not torture myself into some tight-fitting outfit I’ll never wear again.”