Chapter 18

Kamari's Point of View

Zayan's arms were ladled with bags by the time we exited the last clothing store. No expense had been spared. Not even on Nolan's part. It was as if the two men wanted to outdo each other. Assert some kind of dominance for the day.

Nothing but a pissing contest gone horribly wrong in their bank accounts' favor. But wonderful for my cupboard.

"The last thing on the list, short of buying you makeup, is underwear," Zayan said and placed the bags in the back of the car.

Nolan made a guttural sound and hurriedly turned around to look somewhere else. Zayan on the other hand smiled devilishly at me. His burning eyes pierced holes in my face. I tried to keep the blush from running across my cheeks.

"Why underwear?" I asked and sipped lazily on the iced coffee they had bought me. My eyelashes slowly fluttered across my cheeks. Zayan's eyes changed slightly at my coy look but he spoke with ease.

"For him to take off, of course," He purred in reply but dread settled low