Short Story : ' Yep ' Essay
If looks could kill, I would be stiff, dead, and rotting with maggots on that couch. Sienna is so brassed off I’m barely keeping it together.
Marching up to me, she jabs a finger at my knee. “You listen to me, little miss nobody. I warned you before, and I won’t warn you again: Noah. Is. Mine. Spread your legs for him and I’ll rip your head off like the useless little doll you are. I don’t know what he was thinking putting you in that room, but I’m going to make damn sure you are where you belong by morning. In a box. You need to know your place, your boundaries, and you need to learn to respect me whenever you see me. I’m his woman.”
She doesn’t wait for my retort; maybe she’s afraid of what else might come out of my mouth. With attitude and swaying hips, she stomps off, muttering under her breath as she, unladylike, takes the stairs two at a time.
I’m going to be in deep trouble with Noah because he warned to be nice to his guests no matter who they are. But hell and damnation, I can’t help myself. Sienna thinks her shit doesn’t stink and that men and women alike should bow before her,…