"You were right," I sighed as I let myself soak in the bath and my mother sat on the foot of the bathtub, sipping on some bourbon, "I couldn't get him to do it."
A little headache was forming in the front of my head because I was so stressed about this whole Chang-woo issue. If he couldn't kill for me then I don't think he's the one for me. To be quite honest, to see him so hesitant and nervous today irked me to no end and I just wanted to shoot him instead.
I love myself a confident man who's willing to do any and every damn thing to make sure he proves his love to me. I'm a killer and I want a killer. Maybe it's not going to be so easy to turn this one into a killer.
My mother laughed lightly, "I told you, it's not going to just happen overnight," she pointed out and I rolled my eyes.
