Chapter 431

• How the hell did this turn into a lingerie-buying trip? One where he gets to dictate what I pick out? He’s turning this to his advantage again.
• “Actually, I don’t need underwear,” I snort loudly, stubborn Emma kicking in. “I like the feeling of not wearing any,” I remark and walk past her, then him, with my chin in the air. I stop at a rail of all-in-one catsuits and glare at him pointedly. “Maybe I’ll start dressing in such a way so that my panties are inaccessible after this,” I pout before walking out of the shop, his smirk following me before he even attempts to.
• He’s fast to catch up, trying to grab my hand, but I pull it away, keeping my face turned so he can’t tell if I’m mad. I know I should be, but somehow, I’m not. I feel strangely powerful.