Seventy Two

"Hi, Abigail. You made it, I thought perhaps you might have had an accident, or something worse." Mark greets, a fake smile plastered on his twitching face. He was angry, beyond angry. He knew Abigail loved to put men in their place, but the situation was different, she needed him not the other way around.

"Funny. Really funny." Abigail let's out little fake laughters, drawing out a seat and then she sat down.

"Here is the menu." The waitress said passing on two menu's to Abigail and Mark.

"Thank you." Abigail appreciated taking the menu from the waitress, she flipped it opened and ordered for a bottle of red wine. Abigail knew she needed lots of wine if she would be able to stay in the restaurant for the next two hours.. max.

"I'm paying, you can order the whole menu if you want. Do not embarrass me by just asking for a bottle of wine." Mark gloats, grinning at her.

"I'm also rich. So even if I thought you couldn't pay, and I wanted the whole menu. I would buy it, and pay for it my