Khalifa's pov
"I just wanted to speak with you, you don't have to-" but they couldn't hear me over their exchange.
Eventually, he got the phone and spoke.
“Khalifa, please tell me what's going on, I'm damn worried about you. Is it something I did? I thought we were on a good page, what is wrong?” i felt sorry for taking it out on him like that, but i couldnt take it out on myself either.
“Nothing is wrong and I'm sorry if I gave you that impression. Please give the phone back to Jessica, I need to speak with her.”
“No Milly,” the mention of that nickname made me soft but I shook it off. I wasn't destined for romance and even if I was for some reason, it felt like I'd lost the chance.
“I'm the masseur and I'll come in now,'' I heard a masculine voice after a knock and shortly after
