But instead of taking him seriously, Kisha chuckled, clearly amused.
Duke pouted, looking even more aggrieved. "Wifey, are you making fun of me?" He tried to put on a fierce expression, but his eyes betrayed him—he looked more like a big puppy wagging its tail, waiting for Kisha to pet him.
Her laughter only grew.
"I'm not interested in them romantically, so you can stop looking so jealous," Kisha teased, playfully pinching Duke's palm.
She truly liked how open Duke was with his feelings for her. He could be possessive and jealous at times, but she didn't mind it.
Compared to the heartbreak of being betrayed by a lover and a so-called best friend, she much preferred this kind of relationship. At least with Duke, she never had to guess where she stood. He wore his heart on his sleeve, and she could do the same with him.
