The KorTac soldiers were all talking about their partner’s as they sat at the club having drinks with their lovers since they were off duty. König’s a private man with a private life, but one thing’s for certain he loves you and the ground you walk on.

The soldiers all said they loved their partners and spoiled them to an extreme, König didn’t spare them a glance, he just listened. He was focused on solely you. Dancing with his men’s wives just doing your thing, having a blast. And who was he to take that away from you? No one, not even him.

One by one all his men began to ask him about you, asking him if he loved you, just in the marriage for the money or the label. He laid back against the velvet couch, the VIP section had to offer “I love my wife. Whatever she wants, she gets. She knows damn well she doesn’t have to look at the price tag.” His tone smug and cocky just like when he’s on the field.

One of his men egged him on “Whatever she wants? What about when she pisses you off?. I bet you spoil her so much that she throws a tantrum when she doesn’t get what she wants?.”

His stoic facial expression never changed “CC, Gucci, hit the Bottega, whatever she wants. When she pisses me off, somehow she still gets what she wants and she knows that.”

König and the men seen you approaching him, his eyes flickered up and down on you. He knew he had a stunning wife, a powerhouse of a woman. He smirked smugly when he saw your smile, he knew his woman was happy and that’s all that mattered to him.