Liam's POV
I ordered salad, again. I saw her face scrunch up in disapproval but I just wanted to enjoy my meal.
When we finished eating, I turned on the ignition. My woman looked brighter and better. Turns out half of her problems was hunger. I saw her pick up her phone and got on emails.
"What are you doing?" i leaned in and saw exactly what she was doing and it kind of pissed me off.
"Replying to official work emails, that's what. Why? Wanna help me? I should've gotten a virtual assistant sooner, ugh."
She sank into her seat in frustration.
I couldn't believe her. I shook my head, then snatched the phone from her hand and switched it off. I then slid it inside my jeans. She shot me a disapproving glare and looked at me, dumbfounded.
"Why did you do that?" Her voice was laced in spite, like she was ready to jump me.
"Do what?" I pretended not to understand what she was talking about.
"Don't play dumb with me! Why did you take my phone from me?"
