Mateo.

Because there is no doorbell, I knock. Nobody responds.

“My king, can you hear what I am hearing?” he inquires. “I can hear a woman moan.”

“What in the hell are you thinking, Josh?” I yell at him. “What the fuck is going on in your head? I won’t let you think negatively of my queen.”

“But, king, we both hear the sound, and you know what it means,” he says with a bow.

“You mean my mate is fucking with another male inside her room?” I inquire. “Is that what you are trying to say?”

I’m not sure why I keep denying it when I know what he’s...