Amber Turns Up the Heat: Anthony Can’t Escape the Joint Account Talk! 🔥Scroll Down For Full Story 👇

 Amber Turns Up the Heat: Anthony Can’t Escape the Joint Account Talk! 🔥Scroll Down For Full Story 👇 

Amber: (looking around, frustrated) Have you seen my phone?

Anthony: What? No, why?

Amber: Because I was trying to check what time the bank closes. Thought we could head over there and finally get that joint account together.

Anthony: (pauses, shifts) The joint account, huh? When you wanna do that?

Amber: Today. Why not today?

Anthony: (nervous laugh) I mean… what’s the rush?

Amber: (snaps) What’s the rush? Anthony, what’s the hold up? We already talked about this. It’s no big deal, let’s just go get it done.

Anthony: (scratching his head) I got stuff going on, babe. It can’t be today.

Amber: (crosses arms) Do you have a problem with us getting a joint account?

Anthony: (defensive) Why would I have a problem with it?

Amber: Because you’re stalling. That’s why.

Anthony: (sighs) Stall? I didn’t know there had to be a deadline stamped on this.

Amber: (leans in) Oh, there’s a deadline now. Because the way you’re dodging makes me feel like there’s an issue. Is there an issue, Anthony?

Anthony: (avoids eye contact) No issue, babe. I just don’t get the hurry. Last time I checked, money ain’t going nowhere. And you know me—what’s yours is mine, what’s mine is yours.

Amber: (cuts him off) Then prove it. Let’s just open the account. This is important to me.

Anthony: (softer) It really means that much to you?

Amber: (firmly) Yeah. It does.

Anthony: (hesitates) All right, all right. But let me ask—why is this so important to you?

Amber: (snaps back) Why is it not important to you? Don’t flip this on me. Answer me, Anthony.

Anthony: (holds hands up) Okay, relax. I’m not saying it’s not important. I’m just… asking.

Amber: (glares) Well I’m not asking anymore. I’m telling you—it matters.

Anthony: (after a beat) Fine. I can’t do it today.

Amber: (immediately) So when?

Anthony: Tomorrow. We’ll do it tomorrow.

Amber: (still suspicious) Tomorrow. You promise?

Anthony: (nods quickly) Yeah, tomorrow. We’ll handle it.

Amber: (finally exhales) Good. Easy, right? Wasn’t so hard.

Anthony: (grinning) Easy. Nothing hard about it. Just wanted to be clear, that’s all.

Amber: (walking away, smirking) Mmhmm. Tomorrow. Don’t forget.

Anthony: (watching her leave, mutters) Girl walking off fast like she got somewhere to be. Slow down—let me get a view.

Amber: (turns back, struts on purpose) You mean like this?

Anthony: (laughs, shaking head) Now that’s what I’m talking about. Strut on, girl. Strut on.