“So I met someone.” Sylvie says as she peels a banana.

Taylor stops as he opens the fridge and turns to look at Sylvie. “You what?” He asks, a seed of rage beginning to form. She better not be saying what I think she's saying… Taylor thinks with the eyes of a predator.

“Yeah, I thought that since you're sleeping with so many women, that I should reach out a little and look for someone. Went on a date today.” She says casually before biting the tip of the banana.

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“You fucking what? You went on a date?” Taylor asks, his rage seething. “Who is this fucker? Tell me this fucker’s name right now. He has to die. I don’t care who he is.” Taylor says, his decision already made.

Sylvie stands up excitedly. “That’s fucking right, Taylor! That’s how I fucking feel when you hand out your body to whoever asks! Do you know how valuable you are to me? Do you know how precious I think you are? You stupid, idiot of a man. I love you, you dumb bitch. Stop handing yourself out like candy!” She says all in one breath.

Taylor’s eyes widen. He takes a breath before saying, “So did you or did you not go on a date today?” He asks with a deadpan expression.

“Aaarrghhh! You idiot!” Sylvie says as she storms off to the bedroom.

Taylor stares at where Sylvie was standing. “What the fuck was that?” He asks himself before deciding to ignore it and grab a beer.