THE ALCOHOL.

“What if I told you that the feeling is mutual?” He asked amidst laughter, enjoying every bit of anger that was on her face.

“I hate you so so much!” She shrieked and tried to slap his arm again, but he was quick to catch it.

He dragged her down to his position, her face just a few inches away from his.

“We…” King started, his breath fanning her cheek.

“Are we ever going to stop fighting and probably get on the same page?” He asked, almost in a whisper.

Payton stared at his pink lips and then breathed out heavily. “I doubt that, asshole.”

She pushed him away and then stood upright. She adjusted her clothes and then walked away.

King leaned in the chair comfortably, placed his index finger on his lips, and then smiled.

“So cute.”

He does not know exactly what was cute, but, ‘so cute.’

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Payton exhaled as she stabbed the another piece of the stir-fried beef and put it in her mouth.

It had been a week and a couple of days since she had that discussion with King and to her greatest surp