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© Ted Strutz
What’s Love Got To Do With It?
by Miles H. Rost
Her hand impacted the side of Mitch’s angular face.
It hurt.
Mitch just looked down at his diminutive paramour and smirked.
“So when were you going to tell me about Liliana?”
“I wasn’t, Chelsea. You agreed to an open relationship. That’s what it is.”
Chelsea slapped him again, reverse cheek this time.
“I said we should have open feelings, not have an open relationship!”
“And you didn’t say that. I said an open relationship, and you said ‘fine. Let’s be open’.”
“So you tricked me into love, when you were spreading it.”
“What’s love got to do with it, chiquita?”
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Ah, the often misunderstood language of love. Judging by Mitch’s reaction I presume the pain from the slap was Chelsea’s and to add to it the relationship doesn’t seem really open if Mitch isn’t telling her about his other women. Good contrasts in attitude and emotion shown in this story.
One sided open relationship. Only result that comes from it…everything spilled on the floor and one left holding the bag. Not a fun situation, for sure.
Different people hear different things with that statement. I could only hear unfaithful cad.
Deceiver, liar, etc. All words that work.
I feel Chelsea is going to be closing the door on him soon. Love that song.
She’s gonna pull a Tina Turner on him, for sure.
El Creepo.
Si, muy enojado, also!