"Oh really, big bro? So what—you actually expect me to kiss your woman?" Samson shot back, his voice a mixture of disbelief and irritation.
At that, Tryson's expression darkened, his fingers tightening slightly around the phone. A cold, dangerous silence stretched between them.
"What did you just say?" Tryson asked, his voice sharp with disbelief.
His grip tightened around the phone as his jaw clenched, his pulse quickening at Samson's words.
"Yes, Tryson. And besides, I told you from the very beginning that I didn't want to do this. But you were too insistent." Samson's tone carried both frustration and resignation. "I warned you that I wasn't the right person for this job, but you pushed me into it anyway. And now, I can't help but wonder—do you also kiss so casually that she thinks it's just another game, another moment of fun?"
Tryson's expression darkened.
