Why the f**k does she keep calling me.” I grumbled and threw the phone to the bed then walked to my dressing table to apply my body oil and the rest of my skincare product then headed to my wardrobe and took out matching underwear and a white T-shirt and skirt and then put it on. Just when I was about to tuck my shirt into my skirt, my phone rang on the bed.
“Urghhhh.. why won’t she stop blowing my phone up.” I groaned in annoyance and then walked towards the bed. I picked up my phone from the bed, my anger seeping into my skin. I looked down at the screen and notice the caller ID wasn’t a number saved in my contacts. “I wonder who it is,” I mumbled to myself.
After hesitating for some seconds, I finally swiped on the answer button and pressed the phone to my ear. The caller and I went
