"Bass stop coverting me! When I said I was done, I meant it! Get your hands off me" Blair spat at Chuck
"When did my friendly encounter engender such an indifference from my princess" Chuck's voice was smeared with noxious venom.
"Since you bilked me for the millionth time, every time you said you would stop your womanizing extra-curricular activities, I never imagined that would involve an extensive investment in East-European prostitution! " She turned around and shot daggers to his eyes.
"You are going off on a tangent. I never meant it. Seriously, there's nuance between pretext and investment project. I am sure if you were that quick-witted, you would have noticed the project file I showed was filled with Playboy magazine clippings but not stats and propositions."
"If that is the case, why didn't you explain right then? Why you chuck bassard!" She screamed and caused every body to turn around to look at their meltdown.
"Because I love our knotty disputes and the usual poised you losing your cool, beautiful. Isn't that obvious? Anyways, I come for a truce. Now, shut up and kiss me." He leaned it and kiss her softly on the lips.
"You are such a plagiarist. You stole my line. " Blair hissed gently at his ear and gave in.
