Spur of the Moment Decisions

Alessandro Stark watched as his wife lifted her chin, the golden rays of the evening sun accentuating her porcelain skin.

Those blue eyes regarded him silently, and just as he wondered why she was playing hard to get seeing as she obviously wanted him,

She moved to the driver's seat, and before he could do as much as say a word, she ignited the engine and lifted her middle finger,

"You can spend the night doing yourself, asshole!"

"What..." Alessandro started to protest, but his wife had already turned the car around and driven out of the premises.

For a moment, he was perfectly sure that he had been dreaming.

No one stood him up, let alone his wife who had been writhing in his arms a few minutes ago!

What the hell was she playing at?

Alessandro Stark stood still, rendered immobile for a while as his brain processed what had just happened,

As well as the fact that his wife wasn't going to drive back with heartfelt apologies, explaining that she had only been playing coy.

It was whe