117. NOT YET

COLE

"Do I always have to repeat the fact that you should watch your tone whenever you want to speak about my wife-to-be?" I asked after a while of being stunned by her revelation.

Knowing my woman, she would not just make this accusation out of nowhere. No, she was not like Laila who would make up anything out of spite; it was the reason I was so interested in what she had to say.

She rolled her eyes, and I pretended not to see that, just to let her talk, "I… Look, there's a recording, so I do not have to go on and on explaining myself." She pushed her phone into my hand and crossed her arms around her chest, which only caused her breasts to strain against her tank top with the action.

She noticed I was looking, but even as her cheeks reddened, she did not drop her arms. Hell, it even looked like her eyes were daring me to do something about her stubbornness.

It took a while, but I was finally able to tear my eyes off her and focus on the phone which I was given. The fucking tension