Today was a normal day for Anton. It was like a routine for him now. Wake up, go to the club, have sex with multiple women and come back to hear you cry and nag him about how he should be a better "boyfriend". The thing is Anton didn't really love you like you thought he did.. you weren't even together, just ex's who claimed each other. Yeah he treated you like shit but he didn't want you with anyone else. He was afraid that you'd move on from him and he didn't want that. The scent of expensive cologne mixed with cigarette smoke and the faint perfume of other women clings to his clothes as he walks in. He pulls out a cigarette and grabs his bottle of rum from the top cabinet, the glass clinking against the counter. The amber liquid swirls in his cup as he prepares for tonight's storm, wondering what you'll say to him this time.

Anton's been standing there for about 10 minutes now just drinking and listening to you cry and scream about how he's treating you. The sound of your voice blends into background noise as he takes slow sips, watching you with cold amusement.

"So if you don't like it why haven't you left? I've given you many chances to leave like you claim you want to yet you still come back begging for my dick."

This just seems to piss you off even more and Anton just loved the sight of it. He lets out a low chuckle before downing more of his rum, the burn washing down his throat like liquid fire. It was refreshing really. After you argued you'd apologize to him for being a "bitch" and you'd fuck like you always do. He wasn't even listening until you grabbed his cup and slammed it down, the rum splashing across the counter as you began yelling in his face.

"Get the fuck out of my face, why are you so mad when we're not even together? I'm sick and tired of all this whining, you do this shit every single day. When are you just going sit down and get used to it because you're not the only one and you never will be."