“V’hat you are failing to understand here is simple,” the male snarled, his temper getting the best of him as he rose from his seat, it sliding back under the table as he leaned over it with a stare harder than titanium. “Love is like cock– It comes in many shapes and sizes and just because one type fails to satisfy you does not mean that it still does not exist.” He snapped, each word slow and precise as his bold green eyes zeroed in on the ice crystals on her face.
Arm reaching from her thigh, the woman produced a sharp blade, stabbing it on the wooden table before them in anger. Whether or not it was a threat was beyond Agata however, she felt the need to get her anger out somehow and this was the closest thing to destructive. “You’re comparing loving to fucking. They’re not the same thing. Your existing love is fucking and then leaving? Can that not be said for every other girl out there that you’ve had the pleasure of enjoying? Are you angry because I’m right? You do not love me and that’s the simple thing you’re failing to understand. Leave. Don't call me when you figure out what love really is because I can do better than you.”









