LIKE A WIFE.

“Why did you do that?”

“Can’t you talk without grabbing my arms? Does doing this make you a man or does it show how angry you are?” She frowned.

King swallowed hard and then pushed her away.

This woman has been bringing out this side of him that he did not know that he had.

He has never hated someone as much as he hated her.

Her arrogance. Her eyes. The way she talks. Everything!

They annoy him.

They rile him up!

“Why did you do that?” He asked, trying to be as calm as he could.

“What did I do?”

“Why did you say that to Sasha?”

“Ah…” Payton drawled, nodded her head, and then moved away from him.

“Ah?” King raised his brows as he turned to look in the direction she was walking in.

“I am asking you a question, Payton!” He snapped when she stopped by a table that was in the corner of her room and picked up a brush.

Seemed like it was one of her brushes for painting.

“You are here because of her?” She finally turned to look at him, pointing the brush at him.

King walked over to her and sl