CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

Kendall

I laughed to myself as I watched Lance glance at his wristwatch every fifteen minutes and roll his eyes. Shopping with him for clothes was way more fun than I thought it would be. He wasn't fun of course but staying long to annoy him was. He wasn't going to let me shop alone because he believed I would get lost or something bad would happen like I am a two-year-old. I just think he thinks I would run off with his black card, and Audi R8. Like I am that stupid. If I wanted to rob him, I would not steal things that can be tracked easily.

Moreover, I would just kill him. I have watched how to get away with murder many times.

I swirled around in the green skater dress and yellow heels.

"You like It?" I asked. He scoffed. "It makes you look like one of them bitches that climbs a pole.

Rude motherfu-

"And what's wrong with that? What's wrong with strippers?" I crossed my arms and put one leg forward.

"Nothing." He shook his head then looked away. "I like them a little."

Of course, yo