CHAPTER 06: THE VOICE IN HIS FANTASIES
CALEB’S P. O. V.
I totally hate it when someone wants to control my life. Do I look like someone who is not capable of using his mind? Do I look dumb? Am I mentally ill?
Fuck that! I’m a grown-ass man. I rule my life. No one can control me. People see me as cold-hearted. Strict. The ones that joke around at the wrong time. Impulsive. Boastful. Ill-mannered. And all the negative characteristics in the world I attain. That’s how they perceive me.
Tho it is not okay, but you know, I gave them the benefit of the doubt. But what makes me fume is that when you meddle with my decisions. I can make decisions on my own. I’m not a kid who still sucks on a pacifier. I have a big brain, big muscle, and a big d**k.
And this whole marriage situation is making
