Her Mission.

"I fucking hate you Pablo…" he groaned out, then pulled out a chair from the dining table, to seat.

"The feeling is so mutual bro…" i replied with a knowing smile.

"Damn. Okay i'm sorry. I'm so hungry, let me just get a little portion, please…" he whined.

"Even if you're getting anything, that will be after my wife and kids come around, we're not eating before them. And don't you dare call them to hasten them " i warned.

"Okay. Okay. Damn, i fucking hate you…" with that he walked into kitchen and pulled out a frozen full chicken from the freezer.

"Fry mine as well…" i said, knowing he might throw the chicken at me in annoyance.

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Hannah's point of view

I sneaked up from his embrace on the bed, pulled up my pant and brassiere, i looked at him and hissed at his sleeping position, then i walked towards the lamp-stand by the bed. Pick up his phone, then tried open it. It needed face Id, so i place it infront of him, then pull up his eyelid in a way that his eyes would open,