She exhaled softly before taking a bold step over to where Carlos was sitting, she reached for his glass and gulp half of his wine. “What do you think you’re doing?” He looked at her with a furrowed brow.

Triffany wipes her lips with the back of her hands. “I drank wine.”

Carlos scoffed. “My wine.” Triffany ignored him, she sits close to him on the sofa. “What’s your problem?” He said coldly. “Stay out of my way. “ Triffany faced him and the distance between them was so close. “Gosh! Please, now.”

“No,” Triffany told him stubbornly, he moved to create some space between them but she mover closer....