Chapter 73

I wondered what I would answer him, it was quite the scene I bet. I didn't want to be rude but something in me told me to do it. It felt ugly; something that sparkled and burnt inside me that made me think and push away any imagination of the secretary with him. My mind didn't want to accept it. But the clothes he chose for me to wear were identical to what she wore.

"Can you put me down? I hate it when the great me is ignored like this."

Our eyes shifted to my chest where Claude was licking his paw. I executed as a way to brush away the ugly feeling I experienced. I swear I won't talk about it; I will not ask him even when I am dying to. I won't.