"Mr. Mike, you are getting married with your love and still you need me to warm up your bed? How am I looking at you?" As I kicked his knees with my foot, I said, looking at him. He was taken aback and abandoned my hair after I kicked him, as he had not anticipated my behavior.
"You bitch, I thought to handle you smooth and you would listen but it seems I would be wrong. In fact, you've never been soft or smooth from the start. Let me show you what I would do to you," he said, pulling me back and holding my arm.
"YOU BOTH JUST GET THE FUCK OFF HERE. MOVE YOU ASS OUT," Mike scrawled at the girls who were looking at him with their eyes wide open.
"We hadn't bought our car. How should we come back?" Karira questions him in anger. Then Mike touched his mobile and called someone; maybe it's his deiber. I don't know, but I asked him to get the car and drop the girls off at home. After that, he removed his wallet, fetched out his card, and threw it to Kaira, saying,
