Seth stepped inside the house and kicked off his shoes. Another round of shows were successfully done and he was home again. He craved to see his girlfriend Miley again and hold her close.
"I'm home!" He called.
"I'm in the kitchen!" She called back.
He walked out in the kitchen and saw her long, ginger red hair was put up in a high ponytail. She turned around and settled her chestnut brown eyes on him and gave him a warm smile.
"Come here," he said.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He took in her scent and smiled to himself. She was wearing the perfume he had given her for Christmas. She hadn't asked for it but he figured she needed an expensive bottle of perfume. She had given him a full list of wishes but this perfume was the right choice in his world.
"You smell good," he said.
"Thank you," she said. "Coffee?"
"Please," he said.
He sat down at the kitchen table while she poured him a cup of coffee. He had breakfast on the road home but he could always drink another cup of coffee. She placed the mug in front of him and sat down on the opposite side of the table.
"By the way, I signed us up for a reality show," he said.
Her lips parted but no words came out. He could see she had a hard time believing the words that had just come out of his mouth.
"So yeah, we'll have our own show on tv. I think they're gonna title it 'Rolling with Rollins' or something silly like that," he continued.
"You what?" She raised her voice.
"We're gonna create some magical reality tv moments. You'll love it. It's extra money for us, babe," he said.
"Extra money for you maybe. That money will go straight into your account," she said.
"I'll share it with you," he said.
"It's not about the money, Seth. I don't want to be part of a tv show," she said.
"Well, tough shit, because they're coming home with me next week," he said.
She stared at him for three seconds and then started laughing. Her laughter made him feel uneasy. She shook her head no and then gave him an angry look.
"When did you sign up for this?" She asked.
"Not that long ago," he said.
"Bullshit!" She yelled. "You didn't sign up this weekend. Things like that take time to arrange. You've known for a while and chose not to tell me."
"Because I knew you would say no," he said.
"You fucking asshole!" She stood up. "You always do this. You force your way on me despite me saying no or wanting something else. Like this fucking perfume I'm wearing. I hate it. I only wear it when you're home to shut you up. You treat me like I'm a fucking child that has to obey you. You're not my father, Seth."
"I wouldn't mind you calling me daddy," he smirked.
She stormed out of the kitchen and he heard the door to the garden slide open. He sighed and took a sip of his coffee. It was best to let her cool off for a minute or two. She would come around. She always did. He knew he pushed certain things on her but it was because he knew it was best for both of them. She had to know that deep inside.
Outside in the garden she was fuming. Once again he had gone behind her back and done something he knew she wouldn't like. She used to ignore it in the beginning but it kept happening to a point where she couldn't keep ignoring it. He was purposely stepping on her boundaries time after time. She took out her phone and called her sister Aspasia.
"What's up, sis?" Aspasia asked.
"He fucking did it again," Miley sighed.
"I'm assuming it has something to do with Seth," Aspasia said.
"He signed us up for a reality show. They're gonna start filming next week and he didn't tell me until five minutes ago," Miley said.
"That asshole!" Aspasia said loudly.
Miley chuckled sadly at her sister's outburst. Her sister was always in her corner.
"What should I do?" Miley asked.
"What do you wanna do?" Aspasia asked.
"I don't know," Miley answered.
"I'm here for you no matter what you choose. I'm not gonna tell you what to do. That's your choice," Aspasia said.
Miley saw Seth appear in the open garden door. He stood there with his arms crossed and stared at her from afar.
"I gotta go. I'll call you later," Miley said. "Love you, sis."
"Love you too," Aspasia said.
Miley hung up and walked up to Seth. She stopped and stared at him, and he made a show out of stepping aside so she could enter the house. When she walked past him, he ran his hand down her back and tried grabbing her ass.
"Don't touch me!" She snarled.
"Really?" He asked annoyed.
"I can't stand the sight of you right now so I don't want to sleep with you or have you touch me," she said. "I'm gonna sleep in the guest room tonight."
"You're acting like a fucking child," he said.
She didn't answer or even look back at him. She grabbed her book from the coffee table, walked to the guest room, and slammed the door. He chuckled at how she put her anger into slamming the door. He turned around and looked at the garden. The lawn needed to be mowed. He pulled off his t-shirt and threw it on the floor.
"She'll come around," he spoke to himself. "Meanwhile I'll play the good guy and fix up the garden. That should earn me some brownie points."