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 spouses 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 husband. Whatever he wants, he gets. He knows damn well he 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 he wants? What about when he pisses you off?. I bet you spoil him so much that he throws a tantrum when he doesn’t get what he wants?.”

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

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