Bankole's POV
The moment Isaiah opened his mouth and referred to Blessing as a bitch, I saw red. My heart was beating fast and I almost gave him a punch in the face.
"See guy I'm really happy for you that you had finally gotten rid of that---"
"Isaiah please stop talking!" I growled out in anger as I balled my hands into a fist.
He chuckled. "What's up with you? We ought to be celebrating! Don't you have any drink in your house somewhere?" He said, looking around.
"Really?" I sarcastically asked him, and the idiot didn't even get it.
"Yes of course we should g...."
"Isaiah I said you should fucking stop talking!" I raised my voice this time.
"Okay....." He slowly stepped away from me when he saw the look on my face.
I took a few steps away from him as well, because I didn't want to be tempted to hit him.
