FRANK POV "Man, pass me the ice cubes," Michael requested when we were seated on my couch after our heated fight. "I'm not your slave. If you want some, go grab it yourself." I huffed, my head still throbbing. "Your stupid ass wants to fight commando. Next time, think things through before you throw a punch." He laughed despite his swollen lip. "Crazy dude, don't act as if you couldn't feel my punch." I chuckled despite myself. "You punch like a girl. Come for proper training." He made a pitiful face, teasing me. "Then why do you need ice if it doesn't hurt?" I smirked. "It's just a formality. Nothing else." He shrugged, his cocky demeanor returning. "You are so messed up. I wonder what the ladies see in you." I shook my head in disbelief. "What's there not to like? I'm a dream come true, you know." He grinned. "Ah, Awurade, just go grab some ice. I'm tired of your god-complex ass." I waved him off. "I know you feel me." He disappeared into the kitchen and returned moments
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