Hell Of A Marriage

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eleven inches tall male. He is wearing a long sleeve, navy blue sweater on a white shirt and trousers. He's keeping an extremely lo

She thought the male was a little friendly, but here he is making her life a living hell and not feeling bad about it an

oans inwardly and her eyes

lady." Comes Max's witty response an

olite, Vary asks, "What do I owe your presence? It's n

wants this reviewed and brought to him tomorrow morning," he says, handing

d all this today alone, much more r

eady cramping? If it's too much

e that, w

only Vary was and so he's angry and taking that anger on her. He's hoping to make her life a l

usy and you can assign this review to them instead of pushi

ng fathers had started with whining, complaining and procrastin

he would expect that you make him pro

ds ball into a tight fist befor

hand down on her desk and takes her seat. She

t and if someone had told her the person who would give her hell wouldn't be her employer, she would proba

his position is higher than you

eans t

aced smug wasn't my supe

Keenan's startled voice makes Varisha turn aroun

that she had cussed and complained about my supervisor and he heard me. A

wly calms her nerves. Keenan, all the wh

side. There is no further definition of a muscular man than the one that is standing in her office, tall, well built

n she came into this country; it became a livelihood for her and throughout college; she used it to fend for herself and get extra cash. In her final year, howe

wo painting, Max immediately told her the first day she brought them in that they were unwelcome, stating how it was a compa

le see different things and most times the picture in her head before she paints isn't the picture that those wh

since her employment that she's seeing

know you were going

her heart and children!" He blurts

as been with her for a very long time, but none has

le to hide her astonishment, "how

r while growing up and she tells me a few of the secrets of paintin

handsome than the last time she saw him and she does

ters either and the authority and command he seems to have made her

a boyfriend, remember?!

brings herself to say, drawing my mind out of it

t, gave up her passion because she got married. Used to look forward to her painting

s, "Oh, that'

que, don't lose it." He advises and the earlier s

, I won't

fore moving away to the do

have arranged my desk. "You're welcome. So what's it

walk over to my seat, "just usual rants

shrug it off, you reply," he says, his voice going fr

d, and her mouth almost hit the floor in

s back. "I own this company! The trouble you will get into is not answering my question" He grounds out, and it's

ey said he was the Italian devil because he has been anything but mean, but the last thirty

t three inches, he embodies a masculine appeal and his

ing that she's abou

ied to complain and he suggested I resign and how this nation is not the greatest nation on earth by whining and complaining." Once she opened her mouth, t

his face gets flooded with different emotions for the f

o get into any trouble. I love my j

s towards my desk and picks up the do

the door, but pauses when he realises Varisha still paused

ords came with a hard glare on their

ng outside stare at them with many questions in their eyes, but Ke

as they see him walking towards them, the smile they had on their face vanishes and the rest

I employed her was that she was a pretty bla

me. "Look at me!" Snaps Keenan angrily

her because she is a pretty black and a woman." He replie

e him to question his decision. "So you're saying I

never meant

ou did. Next time you want to talk about this great country, bear in black that I am an Italian.

pologizes again, his e

ust like Max had done to her earlier. "She's not doing it cause she's going out to lunch with me and if yo

an devil for Keenan Hilton was so rig