A KINDERGARTNER?

“So what happened after?” Savannah asked amidst laughter and Payton hissed.

It was early in the morning, a Sunday morning and if not for the change of environment, she would not know that she was married as there was no even difference.

She had woken up quite early and Savannah’s call had come in almost immediately.

So, she began to tell her what happened the previous day after she got home with King.

“Hey, can you help me look into this guy further? I think he will be abusive or something,” she smacked her tongue, trying to not talk about the kiss.

If it could even be termed as a kiss.

He had abused her. That was not a kiss.

Still, she did not want to tell that to Savannah.

“Why? Did he hit you?!” She screamed.

“He did not. He just… he could for an abuser,” she shrugged as she returned her toothpaste to its rack and then dabbed my mouth with a towel.

“Payton, I don’t think he is that kind of person.”

“What do you know?” I hissed.

“There has never been any scandal about him! No one has