I walked into the door and saw Gracson sitting on the couch watching sports. I put my keys on the table and went to kiss him but he turned his head.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong with you? You've been acting weird this morning." I asked.
"I didnt know we're you were all night and you had me worried sick." He said through gritted teeth.
"No , see here's what happened. You were drunk in a bar somewhere, and I called you last night saying I was crashing at Carlos' place. You have absolutely no reason to be mad because I told you where I was." I said walking away. He grabbed my waist and turned me around.
"Are you calling me an alcholic ?" He asked.
"Gracson, your hurting me." I said, he didnt let go.
"You know what, we need a couple day's of space. Im going to go find a place to stay so you can sleep whatever this is, off." I said packing my bags.
"No , baby please dont leave me. Im not an alcoholic. I swear, I'm just stressed out." He said blocking the door so I couldnt leave.
"Gracson, move or we're done ; right here , right now." I said , he moved.
"By the way, you reak of booze." I said slamming the door behind me.
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