It's Only Murder

“It hurts,” I cringed a couple of course later, I didn’t want to admit it, but the pain was excruciating.
“I’m sorry?” he chuckled, he didn’t even bother looking up from his magazine.
“I fucking hate you.” I crossed my arms over my chest and scowled. He still wouldn’t pay any attention to me.
“Thank you.” he flipped a page of his magazine casually.
“Why are you so… UGH!” He finally looked up with a curious look on his face.
“Do you want me to say something? You’re acting so… so…”
“What are you trying to say, Adam?!”
“Nothing, nothing at all.” he pushed his reading glasses up, shaking his head.
“No, tell me. What am I, huh? Huh, Adam, tell me what I am? I know what you want to say. You think I’m a filthy whore for sleeping with you for money.”
“No, that wasn’t what I was going to say.” he replied calmly. “Why do you have to make everything into a fight, Lara? Why are you making me the bad guy here? You’re so immature.”
“ME, IMMATURE?” I snarled, bearing my teeth. “I’m not immature. You’re immature. And GAY! You’re gay.”
“How am I gay?” Adam removed his glasses and placed the magazine on the table. He was only in his underwear and wifebeater. “You’re making me very angry! What’s gotten into you?”
“You know what, shut up. I don’t want to talk to you.” I turned my head away and heard him stand up.
“Seriously, Lara, you’re acting like a little kid over nothing.”
“Nothing?” I whipped my head around, “You hurt me, Adam.”
“I’m sorry, but I paid you well. Other’s usually charge $200, but…”
“It’s not about that, I don’t know. I had never been intimate with a guy before. It felt… strange. Others?”
“Yeah…” he stammered.
“What ‘others’”?
“Like whores, dear, FILTHY FUCKING WHORES.”
“Good to know I just bareback fucked a guy whose been with whores, this makes my predicament so MUCH better.”
“Jesus, I really want to slap you.”
“Do it, come on, I’m sure it’ll make you feel so much better. Hell, why don’t you slap me then PAY me for it?” I yelled as I stood up with my hands on my hips. “That’s the only way you can get laid anyway!”
“Oh, you fucking bitch.” he started advancing towards me with his hands balled up at his sides. Oh crap, he looked pretty angry, and I’m sure he had every right to be, I did step a little out of line. I backed away toward the door, actually, sprinted. I opened the door and just as I stepped outside I heard it slam shut behind me. The cogs in the locks assembled into place before I realized he had just locked me out.
“Oh FUCK.” I hit the door with my balled up fists. “Come on, let me in?” I whined as I jolted the knob.
“No. Not until you cool your ass down.” I heard Adam calmly say as he retreated from the door.
“Okay, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things. I admit I was a little harsh, but you’ve got to give me credit! You fucking stuck your cock up my ass.” As if the whole ordeal wasn’t bad, an elderly couple with buckets of coins passed right behind me. “heh… Hi.” I weakly waved at the stunned lady with purple hair, thankfully her husband had a hearing aid in and probably didn’t hear me… that was a blunt lie, I’m sure the whole hotel did.
She shook her head, “You know, when we first got married, Stan here did the same thing exact thing.” The lady wriggled her eyebrows suggestively, “You’ll get used to it sweetheart.” she slipped some silver dollars into my hand and walked away. I stood there stunned, I was so embarrassed.
“Adam,” I whispered harshly, “If you don’t open this door, I swear I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” Adam creaked the door open slightly, grinning. I slipped my foot through the crack so he wasn’t able to close it, but the pressure he exerted onto the door pushed against my foot painfully.
“Adam, Baby,” I smiled flirtatiously, “Open the door, please?”
“And then what? So you can chew me out some more?” he snapped.
“Look, I didn’t mean to. It’s just that I’m in an insuperable amount of pain right now.”
“Fine.” he opened the door and I swiftly slipped inside in case he changed his mind.
“Thanks,” I breathed and handed him the coins.
‘What’s this?” he stared down at his palm with the scattered coins.
“A peace offering.” I shrugged as I lay down on the bed. “I think I’m going to take that nap now.
“You don’t want to help me finish off the half melted sundae?” Adam laughed as he returned to the room service cart.
“I almost forgot! I never say no to food.” I grabbed a spoon from the table and dipped it into the melting ice cream.
“I can tell.” he grinned, “but I’m not complaining.” he winked.
“Did you just call me fat?” I widened my eyes.
“No,” he shook his head smirking, “Just well rounded.”
“Okay, fuck you.” I stuffed a spoonful of ice cream and brownie into my mouth and loved every last bite. “You know, I really wanted to go to school today for once,” I sighed once I had taken my last millionth bite.
“Why? School is boring. It’s not like you need to go anyway, you have a well paying job.” he laughed.
“We were working in partners for chemistry.”
“Were you paired off with your crushhhhh?” he teased, but he knew he was completely right.
“Who cares, anyway. It’s not like Alec would ever notice me anyway.” I strummed my fingers aimlessly across the mahogany table. “And about the whole assassin thing, I don’t plan on being one for my whole life. I actually want to have a LIFE one day.”
“You don’t like your job?” Adam asked as he looked at me from the reflection in the mirror.
“I do, it’s just that, the stake outs and planning the hits leaves me a little less of a social life. I haven’t even kissed a boy on the lips yet.”
“You’re fucking kidding me,” Adam laughed, “Serious?”
“Yeah,” I rolled my eyes and plopped down on the bed. “Boys don’t like me.”
“Shut up, yes they do.” He crawled onto the bed next to me and nuzzled into my neck. I shifted my eyes as he began nibbling.
“Adam?” my voice quivered as I tried to move, but his hand held me firmly in place over my stomach. His hand began to trail down my torso and up the of the shirt. “ADAM!” I barked. He looked up, his blue eyes narrowed dangerously. “I want to go to sleep.”
“Fine.” he removed his hand and rolled over to the other side of the bed.
“Thanks.”