"Dad, for the nth time, I'm not hiding my mate from you and Mom," Jordan said and heaved a sigh while talking to his father on the phone. Yanna, who heard the conversation, went out of their room.
"I'll talk to her, but I won't promise. I'll be in the packhouse later," Jordan said and ended the call. He pinched the bridge of his nose when he felt pair of hands holding his waist, eventually hugging him.
"Your Dad?" Yanna asked. Jordan nodded his head and removed Yanna's arms around him. He turned around and pulled her by the waist, and kissed her forehead.
"Yes, he kept calling me because he wanted to meet you," he replied.
"You don't want them to meet me?" Yanna asked and pouted her luscious red lips that gave Jordan a hard time.
"No, that's not what I meant, love. I said no becaus
