"Who's that guy?!"
I was almost shouting and I am sure my face is already red in irritation but my wife is just sitting there calmly on the passenger seat.
I’m getting more furious by the minute.
I understand deep inside that I am just keeping myself angry to cover up the embarrassment I am feeling right now. I know it is unfair, but who wouldn’t get irritated if you are kissing your wife and she will just freeze because of another man’s voice?
And s**t, why did I even kiss her in the first place?!
"Guy who?" she asked innocently, but I know better. "You mean Zandro? I told you earlier that I just met him there."
“I am not talking about him! The guy who chased us!”
“Huh? How would I know? You should have asked him earlier. Isn’t the other guy the bar manager?”
“The other guy that h
