“Though; I can’t really totally blame you for that odoriferous smell coming out from between your legs. After all; anyone as deprived in the looks department as you, would obviously be so hard up that they’d surely cum at the drop of a hat from even the slightest touch of a person of the opposite sex.”
Okay; I realize that I’m no beauty queen … in fact, I’m far from it. And, true; I may just be an average Plain Jane looking girl … especially if you were to compare me to my sisters … but; I’m not that ugly, either. Again; this asshole has gone way too far.
“Excuse me … but, what do you mean that I’m ‘deprived in the looks department’?”
“Isn’t it obvious … your face isn’t very attractive; certainly nothing to write home about. You barely have any tits from what I can see. And, it also looks like you virtually have no ass, whatsoever.”
He snidely smirks; as he sums up belittling me…
“All in all; if my dick was ever to go limp … you would be the very last person that I’d go to in order to get it to rise.”
Just as Daphne’s seething anger is ready to explosively erupt; the vendor returns, and places the wrapped fish on the counter, beside the register…
“That’ll be $36. 87.”
Daphne gnarls my lips upwards; and, growls between my gritted teeth, “Forget about it. Let the fucking prick over here take it.”
Daphne snatches the package up from the counter, and furiously swings it around; savagely smacking him across the face with it, before forcefully thrusting it into his chest. She snaps…
“Don’t forget to pay him triple the market price; you douche bag asshole!”
Daphne has me storm off.
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**Casper’s POV**
And; off she goes … good riddance.
I still can’t believe that little, puny, impudent mutt had the audacity to slap my face with that fish. … I guess I called it right on the money; when I said that she was hard up. She definitely needs to get laid … maybe then she’d be more easy going; instead of being so wound up.
Gilead starts rebuking me, “You deserved it! How can you insult and belittle her so harshly? How could…”
Realizing he’ll keep on going on with this tirade of his unless I interrupt his train of thought; I curtly interject…
And, how could you even suggest that she could possibly be our mate?
“Because, she is.”
I highly doubt that.
“She is! … Now, go after her; before we lose her.”
So what if we lose her … trust me, Gilead; she isn’t worth the trouble.
Gilead angrily growls, “Of course she’s worth the trouble; you fool … she’s our mate! Now, get your ass moving; and, follow her!”
Gilead can be a real obstinate pain in the ass when he wants to be … so, maybe it’s best to concede for the time being; and, play along to appease him, until he calms down…
Fine; we’ll go after her … whatever makes you happy.
I’m about ready to leave; when the vendor asks…
“You do plan on buying that salmon; aren’t you? I mean, you two damaged it; and, I won’t be able to sell it to anybody else in this condition.”
I let out a short chuckle, as I think to myself how I didn’t even want it in the first place; I just did all that to rile her up. But; what can I do about it, now? … I pull out my wallet, and open it…
“Sure; why not.”
He actually has the gall to greedily inquire…
“And … you said you’re going to pay me three times the market price; right?”
I look him dead in the eye; and, shoot him over a small grin. “What do you think?”
He briefly stares back at me; then, subtly shakes his head. “Yeah; I didn’t think so. … Alright; so, that’ll be $36. 87.”
“Okay.” I shoot him over another small grin; as I hand him a twenty dollar bill. “Here you go.”
The vendor stares down at the bill in his hand, with a befuddled visage. I ask him…
“Is there a problem?”
Still appearing somewhat confounded; he tells me, “I said that the fish costs $36. 87.”
“Right … but, you also said that the fish was damaged. So; consider that as the discounted payment for damaged goods.”
“But … you two were the ones who damaged it.”
“No … she was the one who damaged it; not me. So, if you’re still expecting $36. 87 for it; I suggest you go hurry up after her.”
He angrily snaps back at me, “What exactly are you two trying to pull off here?! Pay me the $36. 87; or else, I’ll…”
Gilead’s still angered, and impatient; he doesn’t have time for this bullshit … he just wants to take off, and find our mate. He takes over; as the irises of my eyes instantly widen and turn charcoal black, while the white part of them turn fiery-red.
He has me reach out; grasp the collar of the vendor’s shirt; pull him partially across the counter towards me; and, growl in my Alpha tone…
“For the last time; I have nothing to do with that woman. And; I had no intention on ‘trying to pull off’ anything here … but, if you keep this shit up; I will pull off your arms!”
I forcefully throw him back over to his side of the counter…
“Now, you can either take the twenty for the salmon; or, give it back to me, and keep your stinking fish. Your choice; you decide … but, make it snappy; I’ve got things to do.”