(Dave)
About f*****g time these kids come to their senses. I was worried for a moment I might have to do something drastic..It's been done before and I got away with it..I'm sure it would be easy again.
I glanced over at Heather, frowning as I watched her about to apply bright red lipstick to her pouty lips while looking in the mirror.
"Don't you think that might be a little much? We want the Winfields to be impressed, not think I have a prostitute for a wife." I snapped, feeling stressed about this whole dinner..it has to go flawlessly..
"Seriously Dave? You are such an asshole.." She spat, making me lose any ounce of patience I had left.
I reached my hand out, gripping the base of Heather's neck as she let out a gasp.
"You might've grown up as whìte traśh Heather, but I refuse
