Never!
He'd said until she'd plagued him with another constant session of tears and wails he could no longer stand it.
"Ice cream," he suddenly said, and her cries stopped.
She slowly gazed up at him with crystalline eyes.
"Do you want some ice cream?"
If the alcohol had dumbed her down to an infinite childlike level, she should be enticed by something loved by children.
And as expected, she nodded hurriedly.
And just like that, he found himself going downstairs to the fridge, but unexpectedly, when he pulled it open, he found no ice cream. How could there be any when the dessert in question was one he hated to his very bones?
The girl trailing after him like a child was now wearing one of his dress shirts because he'd torn off her top in his anger.
Massaging his temple, he turned to her.
"Where's the ice cream?" She peeked behind him expectantly.
When she got no reply, her eyes began to mist over.
"Did you lie to me? You weren't going to give me any ice cream, right?"
