Incessant rubbish talks

_ꨄ︎ CORVETTE ꨄ_

He had no idea his compliments were seen as insults to me. The more he spoke, the more it angered me to my soul. Why would he paint me as a slut? Do I look like one??

I beg to differ.

It's disgusting how some men picture every woman.

I mean... just because I look this way doesn't mean I'm one of those cheap lowlife women that give themselves up to rich men like Nicholas.

I just need him to leave already before I unleash my already boiling rage.

"Sir Nicholas amazes me with his preference, I like it. Well, miss Corvette, once again, I apologize for the misunderstanding and I do hope you can forgive me. You can go back inside and do what you do best, you know. Make sure Sir Nicholas gets the very best of what he ordered" He smirked in a very disgustingly sexual way.

What the fuck!

I swear if I weren't here for a mission, I'd rip his head from his body. How dare he examine and tag me as a sex toy? Do I in any way look or behave like one?? Or is it this housekeeping outfit