“What the hell makes you think you know what I need?” I demand, practically spitting at her. “I’m the fucking pahkan. I’m the fucking boss. Who the hell are you?” She grits her teeth, her blue eyes flashing. “I am your partner. I’m the mother of your children.” “I’ve got news for you: ‘partner’ is still not ‘wife.’ And only one of those kids is mine.” Three distinctive little gasps follow my words. I freeze on the spot, my eyes veering towards the open door down the corridor, where three pairs of wide eyes are staring at me with obvious hurt.
FUCKKKKKK OFFFFFF
