Bipolar

"Am I disturbing you two in your precious little moment?" Cali jumped as soon as she heard that cold voice which belonged to her husband. She looked at him while he stood at the threshold of their bedroom door with his hands clenched by his sides and with a plastic bag in his right hand. She looked back at Horace, and he was glaring at Cain. Though she knew why he was angry but what was with that behavior of his a moment ago? What was he even thinking? Never had he kissed her anywhere before apart from her forehead. Then, what about that...kiss on the cheek? Oh, did he already get to know that Cain had arrived and was trying to provoke him like the last time he did? She could not think of any other reason as of why he did that.

Cain was giving him death warnings through his cold eyes that shone with a dangerous glint. He went further inside and flung the plastic bag onto the nightstand and stood infront of both of them who were still sitting down.

He was quite excited about coming ba