Seeing Kisha's furious expression, Duke felt flustered and immediately tried to soothe her. However, Kisha continued to avoid his gaze, intensifying his frustration and leaving him at a loss for how to calm her down. If he had known what Kisha was thinking at that moment, he might have seized the chance to be intimate with her once again.
"Wifey, it's my fault. It's all my fault." Duke knelt beside the bed, holding her hands with a look of deep remorse. His expression was one of genuine distress and contrition, making it harder for Kisha to maintain her facade of anger.
"I'm hungry," Kisha said, trying to get Duke out of the room. She could no longer maintain her angry facade and was on the verge of breaking character, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as memories of last night replayed in her mind. Her heart raced uncontrollably, making it hard for her to keep up the pretense.
