Chapter Forty Nine

There was a pause. A long one.

I glanced down at my outfit for the umpteenth time that morning, checking out my outfit again. It didn’t look shabby, it was one of my few clothes that still looked new. And I was sure it wasn’t the exposed skin he was on about because the dress I wore on our date just two days ago, the one he bought for me exposed more cleavage than my top did.

“Is…something wrong?” I had to ask ‘cause I didn’t see the problem anywhere after checking and crosschecking again.

He let my question hang in the air for about half a minute before he finally decided to speak.

“Is this how you dress?” He asked and although he had asked in a tone that made it impossible for me to decipher what exactly he meant by that statement, I couldn’t help but take offense to his question.

“And what do you mean by that?” I spat before I could stop myself, a deep frown etched on my face.

He didn’t as much as check out my outfit again, his eyes were looking unflinchingly into mine.

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