Grumpy asshole

/Penelope's POV/

“Consigliere Pen,” Big Drive mimicked, his pink organ sticking out of his mouth, while he flapped his eyes like a bird wing, I growled, now I think I didn't think of this before going because this certain person would not stop teasing me, it's been two weeks and it seems that is the only thing he can remember right now.

“Do you not have other things to do? You know hit the gym or something, but stay away from me because the only thing I can think of doing is bang your head on the wall,” I growled but that came out like a help cry from a dying horse.

“Nope, I don't have other things to do. You've been acting grumpy and moody nowadays, are you sure you don't have a little jelly growing in you already,” He suggested, his eyes narrowing into slits, but that is not it. My stomach has been churning for days at the thought of attending a mafia ball. The remembrance of the last mafia ball we attended filtered into my head, but I pushed away the thought, I am more experienced