Excess C*m

Third person's point of view.

Lala-land's Private Lesson.

Rita flinched back slightly and fell on the chair behind her when Ferguson banged on the table, she looked away from him immediately she saw the exceeding anger in his eyes.

"What the hell was that all about, Rita?!" he roared wrathfully at her, which made her shiver in fear, but she was quick to push that fear aside and rolled her eyeballs.

"Don't tell me you're yelling at your sister over a fuçking whore right now"

"SHE'S NOT A WHORE, SHUT THE FUÇK UP!" he roared in her face.

She simply huffed and got up, then pushed Ferguson out of her way before striding towards big glassy window, and began wiping it slowly, with her palm.

"You have no right to yell at me or even think of scolding me because of that slut, what were you expecting? That I'd compliment her for trying to break another woman's home?"

Ferguson balled his fist tightly as though he's trying to hold himself back, before he'd do something he's gonna regret, but then