As day turned into night, I ate some food in the kitchen.
Fizz approached me, drinking down some coffee.
"Do you want me to get in touch with the rest of the family now, then?" he asked, shrugging.
"Huh?" I muttered, confused.
"You know… For finding you a suitable partner. Marriage arrangements." Fizz raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah…" I shook my head, not needing this shit right now.
After meeting Zara Amelle…
The last thing on my mind was marrying another woman.
"Nah, not yet, bro," I muttered quickly, hoping he wouldn't push the subject further.
Fizz rolled his eyes, finishing his coffee.
"What do you wanna do tonight, then?" he asked, with his hands on his hips. "I say we hit the strip club."
"Seriously?" I scoffed.
The last thing I wanted was to get lap dances by women I didn't give two fucks about.
"What's wrong with you today?" Fizz sighed. "You never usually turn down an offer like this. Lighten up, man."
I sighed, taking my head into my hands, exasperated.
The last thing I needed was Fizz realizing that something was wrong.
He'd already warned me off Zara…
If he caught wind that I was still going to try and save her, he would do everything he could to stop me.
I didn't need him sniffing around.
"Fine, let's go to the strip club," I sighed.
He clapped his hands victoriously. "Fuck yes. I'm gonna go get changed, then we can go."
I nodded in agreement agitatedly…
Knowing that I wouldn't be able to focus for shit on tonight.