Zayd cocked his foot against Dantae’s thighs, looking at nothing in particular. “You guys have mates…give me some suggestions, it seems she’s angry at me.”

“Why? Did you f*ck up?” Dantae asked, shoving his foot off for the hundredth time. “What exactly did you do?”

“That’s none of your business…just give me some suggestions on how to get her to stop sulking.”

“How will we give you suggestions if we don’t know what you did?”

Frederick ...