Chapter 31
Wisdom’s POV
“You kissed her, Denver.”
“Wisdom, I am n—it’s not true. She kicked me!”
“But you kissed her!” I shouted; my two fists ready to fire like a cannonball.
“I didn’t,” he reasoned for the thousandth time. “I just fell on her face and—“
“Kissed her,” I blurted.
“What do you mean by that, Wisdom?”
“I rather see your face on the filthy floor than on the lips of a devil’s bitch.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I acknowledged my heart’s throbbing and my blood rising.
Denver Giordano laughed nervously, breathily. “So you rather want to see my face bloodied and filled with dirt than being kissed accidentally?”
I sneered. “Which part of it is the accident? Falling into her face or kissing her? You could have landed on her neck or dodged her whore of a face!”
“If I do that, we’ll still be arguing and you will be accusing me of necking her.” His eyes are angry and teary. And tired.
He hoisted his two hands in the air and exhaled. “Look Wisdom…”