Second Chances

Extras #8: The Tortured GF Club

A/N: Hi, this is chairman jamie. All I can say is... some girls are so bipolar. Like they're on PMS all the damn time, haha. Anyway... ignore my ramblings. Anyone else wanna join the club?

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Having Anntonia as a girlfriend is an adventure, with ups and downs or highs and lows. It's always fun and exciting, sometimes exhausting but worth it.

But just like any adventure, you get curveballs thrown your way—a sudden plot twist that you kind of expect but still completely throws you out of the loop.

Well, today was that curveball for Michelle—Anntonia was PMS-ing... bad.

Michelle had her PMS moments, too, where she would usually be clingy and needy as fuck—but Anntonia was different beast. There's a reason she takes days off on the days leading up to her period, and Michelle was usually forced to abandon or drop whatever it was she was doing the moment Anntonia calls.

"Come on, baby! I said I'm sorry!" Michelle banged on the penthouse door.

I can't believe I'm being locked out of my own home. Fuckin' ridiculous.

Anntonia had turned on the total lockdown security system, which meant nobody could come in even if they knew the security code—the only control engaged was from the inside, which Anntonia currently has full control.

Michelle cursed herself for even having that security protocol installed. She hasn't had a need for it anyway since the building had amazing security upfront and the penthouse was only accessible by her, Anntonia, and a few select people. So yeah, no need for that dumb over the top security, but apparently, Anntonia found an alternative use for it.

Michelle had been standing outside their door for a good half hour.

This is torture... but damn, I love this crazy woman.

"Babe, c'mon!" she shouted again as she looked pleadingly at the door camera, which she knows Anntonia was watching right at that moment. "I didn't forget about your ice cream! They just didn't have the flavor you wanted, and you asked me to come here as soon as I could, so here I am!"

"What about my flowers??" Anntonia's nasally voice sounded from the speakers.

Michelle frowned, her eyebrows almost meeting in the middle at the absurdity of this situation.

What fuckin' flowers? Damn flowers weren't on the fuckin' list!

"You don't love me anymore! You used to bring me flowers without me even telling you!" Anntonia had cried.

"No, baby, no! Of course, I love you! I love you so so much! I just wanted to be here for you as soon as possible!"

"You mean that?" Anntonia was sniffling.

"Of course, I do," Michelle's expression softened, smiling softly and hoping Anntonia would see her sincerity. "Forever and a day, remember?" She held up her hand to the camera, showing her own love knot ring on her finger.

A few seconds later, Michelle heard the familiar beeping and a robotic voice sounding off, "Lockdown disengaged."

Michelle let out a huge sigh of relief and immediately keyed in the security code before Anntonia changed her mind again.

It was almost pitch black in the penthouse. All the lights had been turned off, and the only source of light were casted by the city lights and the moonlight shining through the massive windows.