Loving you had always come with its challenges, and lately, you were touching his nerves. Especially today, flirting with another sinner in front of him. He didn't say anything, no. It wasn't necessary. The look he gave you was enough.

Now the hand that was pushing your face down bunched up your hair and tugged at it, pulling you back.

“You wanna be a brat so bad, might as well treat you like one. Ain’t that right baby?”