Anger management... {OTA!}
In retrospect, it wasn't the brightest thing to do. Kat sat in the rec room with her laptop nestled in her lap, leaning over it, the light from the screen illuminating her features. She didn't look happy, her brow drawn and her lips tight. Punching a couple of keys in, she waited and then swore under her breath.
If she ever saw Wisdom again, he was a dead man. Most people were right when they claimed that long distance relationships didn't work. That being said, having a psuedo-boyfriend in England who was part of a black ops unit similar to your own was an even bigger strain. Especially when said boyfriend was a caustic ass with a habit to chase anything in a skirt. And freely admit to it before claiming that it was part of a mission.
Right now, he was arguing that very same thing and losing the argument. An argument that was pissing her off more and more every moment. Finally, she paused and gaped at the screen before she calmly closed the laptop and hurled it across the room to crack against the wall. "You son of a bitch!"
If she ever saw Wisdom again, he was a dead man. Most people were right when they claimed that long distance relationships didn't work. That being said, having a psuedo-boyfriend in England who was part of a black ops unit similar to your own was an even bigger strain. Especially when said boyfriend was a caustic ass with a habit to chase anything in a skirt. And freely admit to it before claiming that it was part of a mission.
Right now, he was arguing that very same thing and losing the argument. An argument that was pissing her off more and more every moment. Finally, she paused and gaped at the screen before she calmly closed the laptop and hurled it across the room to crack against the wall. "You son of a bitch!"