Don't Stretch My Tolerance Level

“Well?” I said in the form of a question, keeping my gaze on his arms. My way of asking him to let me go.

“No,” He said, annoying me even further.

For Christ’s sake, I’m in my period, and this man neither has an idea of what I'm feeling right now nor what those hands of his were doing to me.

“You’ll find those fingers of yours broken if you don’t keep them to yourself,” I warned, and he let out a soft laugh.

“Why are you so mad at me?”

I flipped around to look at him. “You insisted that I sleep in the same bed as you, and you crawled out to this little office of yours so early in the morning, just to speak to one of your numerous mistresses. You should be ashamed of yourself.” I hissed and stormed out of the room.

I was fast enough to get into the Dojo and shut the door behind me before he stormed right in behind me.

“What the hell did you just say to me?” He asked, startling Castello, who was busy cleaning some of the