Somewhere far away from the mansion, in Wilson's apartment, he twirled his cup of black coffee, eyes focused on the liquid. Sitting on his couch with legs crossed, he waited patiently.
Stephanie opened the door and walked into the living room, fully dressed and ready to leave.
"Where were you last night?" Wilson asked the moment she walked in.
Stephanie raised her brows. "Was that for me?" She pointed at her chest, then made a snorting sound.
"Hold on, you suddenly think I'm really your wife to control because of all of this?" She pointed at the house and then at Wilson.
Wilson raised his face, dropping the cup of coffee. "I told you I needed time, didn't I?"
"You did. Had the time. And what did you do? You blew it!" Stephanie snapped with a scowl. "Wilson, just like you, I really need to survive... so either you let me handle this my way or stop asking me stupid first-time relationship questions like we're in high school."
