"Hey Siri...where do babies come from?" I asked my phone.

Siri was acting like a complete whore. I asked her if she would be my friend, and the little cunt told me she wasn't capable of being my friend.

That lazy piece of shit.

I groaned, sitting back in the luxurious couch of my house. I brought my legs up to my chest and sighed.

I was trying my best not to think of the man I killed. It felt wrong to dwell on it. I knew I would pussy-out and break down if I put too much thought into it.

I pulled out my phone again to see if Rachel had texted me back.

I had texted her 63 times, and she hadn't responded once. Not one fucking text back. Not even an accidental butt-text.

I was trying my best to understand what she was going through. I understood more than most.

She loved Afanas completely and he loved her the same. Rachel wasn't the kind of girl to take things lightly, she wasn't the type of girl to cry over a guy. Rachel's love was timid and shy, and if a guy ever moved to fast, she'd run away like a deer in headlights.

Rachel wasn't shy with Afanas. She fell for him with her eyes closed and her arms wide open.

And anyone who saw how Afanas looked at her, could tell that he was completely and utterly in love.

"Calla, we gotta talk." Sinister's voice threw me from my thoughts.

"What's up?" I asked, hugging my legs tight to my chest.

"I have to go up to Virginia tomorrow, unfortunately there's some issues I have to take care of, I thought it would be a good learning experience for you, if you came with me." He smiled lazily at me.

"Why do you have to go to vagina?"

"Virginia" he corrected, "and there's some scummy politician I have to deal with."

I tucked my hands into my sleeve, "Can we visit Rachel while we're up there? North Carolina is right next to vagina."

He hesitated, his chiseled face tightening as he pondered my question.

"Are you sure you want to see her so soon?" He asked.

I nodded, "I miss her, I need to see her, even if it's only for an hour. I'm her best friend and I need to be there for her."

He kneeled down next to me, placing his ringed hand on top of mine.

"Do you want to text her and ask if she'd be okay with that?"

I shook my head, "Let's just keep it a surprise. It wouldn't matter if I texted her anyways, she hasn't been responding to any of my calls or texts."

"Okay, that's fine. Do you want to go out to dinner?" He winked.

I faked surprise, "Are you asking me out?"

"I was thinking about it." He mused, his lips tilting up into a small smirk.

"Gosh, I don't know..."

He stood up, ruffling my hair.

"I'll pick you up at 8?"

I stuck my tongue out at him, scrambling out of my seat and racing up the stairs.

"Fuck you whore, I get the bathroom first!" I shouted as I sprinted into the bathroom.

***

We arrived at the upscale restaurant, Sinister looked as sexy as ever, wearing a white collared dress shirt, his glittering gold Gucci watch shone in the low lighting of the restaurant.

I wore a short sweater dress, my hair hung low and free around my waist.

"You look lovely, Mrs. Velkov." Sinister smirked, his head cocking to the side as he stared at me with those beautiful icy orbs that still made my heart melt.

"Thanks brotha." I grinned.

He tilted his head in confusion at my nick name.

"Hug me Brotha!" I clarified, watching as his face only grew more confused.

"Hmm?" He asked.

"Drake and Josh? The iconic TV show?"

He shook his head, "I have no idea what that is."

I sighed, "Jesus Mary Joseph and Holy Saint Patrick, you're old."

He smiled, clearly amused as he glanced down at the menu.

A waitress interrupted us, and I was immediately annoyed as I looked at her.

She was drop dead sexy. She had long blonde hair that curled at the ends, her skin was tan and glowing, her face was so fucking perfect, it made me want to go out to BestBuy, purchase a 70' inch plasma screen TV, and then slam it into my face.

Her black uniform was unbuttoned at the top, revealing perfectly rounded boobs. Obviously double D's.

Why, every time I go out to a restaurant, there's some sexy ass female?

"Good evening, my names Evelyn, I'll be taking care of you. What can I get for you?" She smiled at Sinister, and tucked a lock of bleach blonde hair behind her ear.

And why, every time I go out to a restaurant, the waitress flirts with my husband?

Sinister was oblivious as he searched his menu, his fingers tapping on the tablecloth as he scanned the options.

"I'll take the Filet Mignon, well-done." He said, his eyes just now making contact with fucking Evelyn.

He took a moment to look at her, before looking back at me. His lips formed into a wide, completely amused, smile.

"And what would you like to drink, sir?" She purred, not even bothering to look at me.

Sinister took his own sweet time as he looked at the drink menu, he was clearly enjoying me being pissed.

Okay, Calla. This is your moment to be extra as fuck. You were born for this.

I pulled my ring off my finger, tapping it casually against the water glass in front of me.

Evelyn didn't even fucking look. In fact, she crossed her arms over her chest, so that her boobs looked even bigger. Fucking Evelyn.

I pulled out my phone and faked a phone call.

"Oh, hi Bethany, hi baby, my child that I gave birth to. Your father and I are currently out at dinner..." I made sure to speak loudly, but Evelyn simply shot me a sharp glance, before returning her attention to Sinister.

Meanwhile, Sinister hid his smile behind the drink menu, still fazing innocence as he took his own sweet time.

"Fuck, whatever Bethany. Go fuck yourself, little whore." I muttered into the phone as I ended my fake phone call.

FINALLY, Evelyn spoke, "Your child's name is Bethany? That's a beautiful name."

"No it's not. It's a stupid name. That ungrateful cunt couldn't even make the soccer team." I muttered.

Sinister held back a laugh, "So Evelyn, what do you recommend to drink?"

Evelyn proceeded to lean down IN FRONT of Sinister, displaying her boobs in a very obvious manner as she browsed the menu.

FINALLY Sinister chose Gin and Tonic as his drink of choice, and I felt myself going red with frustration as Evelyn asked me what I wanted to order.

"I'll have the kids mac & cheese, and a glass of scotch. Thanks Evelyn." I spat.

She hummed, pursing her perfectly plump red lips.

"Can I see you ID?" She asked innocently, moving her weight to one leg so that her ass was out.

Bruh, I'm so done.

"I, um, I don't..."

I'm fucking 19, I keep forgetting that I'm not even legal to drink.

"If you cant produce identification, I'm afraid you can't order any alcoholic beverages." She faked sympathy.

Fucking bitch.

Sinister cleared his throat, "I don't think her ID is needed."

Fucking Jedi mind tricking bastard.

Evelyn smiled, "I'm sorry, sir. But it is required, we take underage drinking very seriously. Unfortunately your sister cannot drink."

Why does everyone think I'm this mans goddamn sister? Am I not pretty enough to be married to him?

"Let me just clear the air, my names Sinister Velkov, and my wife will have what she ordered. If you know who I am, then you should probably just do as you're told, pustyshka."

This man really called her a bimbo.

Her smile went from sultry and seductive, to surprise in seconds.

She nodded her head lowly, "Yes, sir. I'm very sorry."

She quickly grabbed our menu's before scurrying away, her head hanging low in embarrassment.

Sinister grinned at me as I pouted, resting my head on the table.

"You know, you're very cute when you're jealous." He mused, his eyes twinkling.

"You're so not getting any when we get home."