@devilslvl said : "you are spending WAY too much time with that guy." to liv.
it takes a certain level of patience, to not immediately find herself annoyed at the accusation that rests in between his words. a level of patience liv has crafted, if not altogether perfected over the past couple of years in dealing with the man that was maxwell jacob friedman. rules for thee but not for me hadn't always been a sticking point, but as of late . . . some things were apparently better left unmentioned.
liv takes another sip of her coffee, allowing warmth to wash down a tired throat, warming vocal chords as she clears the cobwebs from herself and casts her gaze up at him. “ it's just work, max. ” an easy shrug of her shoulders, something out of her control, something liv couldn't exactly change. and maybe, just maybe, there was a part of her that didn't want to. how many times had she begged him to stop talking to other girls? to stop flirting with women on television only to find herself embarrassed once more when he had his face in someone else's breasts. revenge was a dish best served cold.
“ don't tell me you're jealous. ” she says with a laugh, dismissive as she sets her mug down on the counter and leans closer to him, an almost teasing curl of her lips. “ big, bad, mjf . . . jealous of little daddy dom? surely not. "