Collins leaned in, anticipation curling at the edge of his smirk. Mike had painted such a vivid picture of his “Obedient little wife” that Collins was curious to see what kind of woman had willingly stepped into his twisted arrangement.
But when the brightness from Mike's phone lit up, Collins's smirk disappeared.
It wasn't Cynthia.
It wasn't even a woman.
The image was blurry at first, pixels sharpening as the screen fully brightened-then, suddenly the phone died. The screen went black.
Collins blinked. “The f**k”.
Mike frowned, tapping the power button, but the device remained unresponsive. His jaw tightened slightly, irritation flickering in his eyes. “f*****g battery”.
Collins let out a dry chuckle. “Oh, come on. What were you about to show me? A wedding photo? A s*x tape?
Mik
