Super Sexy Personality London “Good fucking God.” Sighing, I flop down on my couch and kick my feet up, resting my back against Matt's shoulder as I settle in for movie night. “Not a pleasant visit, I take it?” Matt jokes, draping an arm loosely over my shoulder. Pleasant isn’t a word I would use to describe Mr. Marx, or Dante. “Lover boy break a date or something?” He carries on, so I punch him in the leg. “Fine, I get he’s not your lover boy, but there’s no need to resort to violence.” “Call him lover boy one more time and I’ll be pouring out the wine just to cram the bottle down your throat. And stop talking about him, it gives me a fucking headache.” Matt laughs which gets him another punch. “Not funny, asshole.” I can’t find one thing funny about any of this. “But seriously, what’s that guy’s deal?” “Not a clue.” I answer honestly because I really don't know.
