Marisoll
Ezekiel was in a foul mood, he had slammed the door open when he walked into the bedroom, I could feel the anger in the air, but he would not open up to me, he was cold and snarly, not how I ever thought I would describe Ezekiel.
When he snarled at me that he was fine, I ignored the hurt and got up, I walked over to him and slowly pressed myself up against his bare and muscular back, sliding my hands around his waist and trying not to become distracted by the abs, and the rippling muscles.
“Please talk to me,” I whispered when he did not pull away.
Sighing he turned in my arms and held me, “I am sorry for talking to you so disrespectfully.”
“It is ok, but you need to talk to me.”
“I had s**x with Cynthia.”
“Oh, well, I did tell you I do not mind so if that is what is bot
