It was becoming increasingly difficult being with Alice.
Take today for example.
"I saw the way you looked at her," she snapped, glaring at me as I sighed with irritation.
"Alice, she's your fucking sister. Of course I'm going to look at her, she looks like you! You're fucking hard work."
"You prefer her to me."
I stared at her in disbelief, before closing my eyes. She was so stressful, always demanding this and that, nothing ever pleased her. I know she was young, but I was feeling exhausted by her expectations and behaviour.
"I've asked you to marry me. To have my children. To run my fucking empire by my side. Yet you think I'd prefer your sister?" I asked darkly, as her eyes flashed.
"Everyone prefers her."
"You're so fucking childish, I haven't got time for this."
I stood up as she scowled at me.
"Where are you going?"
"I've got shit to do. I can't be around you when you're like this."
She narrowed her eyes at me as she waved her hand dismissively.
"Fuck off then."
I glared at her, suddenly losing my temper. I walked over to her, my face close to hers as I spoke quietly.
"I'm tired of your bullshit. You speak to me like shit, and yet somehow I let you get away with it. Mark my words, Alice, I'm beginning to lose my fucking patience with you. I don't want to hear from your childish ass until you grow the fuck up."
"Well screw you! Maybe I don't want to be with your old ass self anyway! All settling down at my age, nope. I don't want it."
I held her gaze as she looked at me coldly.
"I don't want fucking kids, and I don't want to marry you."
I turned and walked away, refusing to give her a second of my time. I stormed out, past her father who frowned at me with concern.
I pushed through the door, and into the outside air. I was fucking done with her. I slid into the waiting car as Andre looked at me with surprise.
"Is a fucking bitch. Just drive," I barked angrily, wanting to be as far away from her as possible.
I'd given it all up for her. She had made me soft, and delayed my chances of becoming a father. I was fucked if I was wasting any more time with her. She was beautiful, and I did love her; but maybe I'd just met her at the wrong time.
I knew she wouldn't call me either; she was stubborn as fuck.
Well unfortunately, so was I.
I felt the anger rising within me as her words echoed in my mind.
'I don't want fucking kids, and I don't want to marry you.'
I closed my eyes, annoyed with myself for ever thinking she would actually calm down and be wife material. I'd bet within a week she would be fucking someone else, just to try to move on from me.
Good luck to them. They could try to succeed where I didn't.