~Lanre
I drove home, furious, my hands tight on the wheel. Joanna's actions had caused this mess. That disgusting stripper was the last thing I needed.
I gritted my teeth, muttering curses as I hit the wheel. Joanna would regret embarrassing me in front of my boss. She'd pay for what she did.
I called her phone, but no one answered. I began to curse under my breath, the anger in me rising with each ring.
When I got home, the house was dark and silent. I walked through each room, calling out for Joanna. But she was nowhere to be found.
I paced the house, my heart pounding with rage. How dare she leave like that? How dare she disrespect me like that?
I picked up my phone and called her again, but still no answer. I cursed louder, more angrily.
"I'm done with this," I muttered, my voic
