Zayd c****d his foot against Dantae’s thighs, looking at nothing in particular. “You guys have mates…give me some suggestions, it seems she’s angry at me.”
“Why? Did you f*ck up?” Dantae asked, shoving his foot off for the hundredth time. “What exactly did you do?”
“That’s none of your business…just give me some suggestions on how to get her to stop sulking.”
“How will we give you suggestions if we don’t know what you did?”
Frederick piqued up from his phone as if he’d been thinking for a while now. “Oh, I know. How about you actually apologize for what you did?”
“Good idea…” Zayd said sarcastically. “But no, I will not apologize, not for that. What happened between us was sacred and even if I did go too far, I am not sorry.”
“And what happened? If you don’t talk Zayd, I’m kick
