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screw the pleated skirt, Asher!

Lindsay's POV.

“I'm not wearing this" I tossed the clothes Asher bought for me on the couch he was seated on. He looked up at me and then at the clothes before speaking.

“What's wrong with it?" He asked and I scoffed.

There was nothing particularly wrong with the clothes. They were my normal pleated skirt and loose tops, but I didn't want to wear them. I thought since Asher wanted me to make a good impression on his business partners, he was going to get me something more decent to wear.

“ A pleated skirt?" I raised my voice at him. My overwhelming anger was due to what had happened the previous day. Each time I remember his body on me, it worsened the rage in me.

“You wear those every day" he shrugged like he didn't care.

“Well since I wear those every day and probably have hundreds of them, didn't that give you a cue to get me something nicer!"

“They look nice to me"

“So what, I supposed to look powerful and business-wise in fucking pleated skirts?“

"I don't need you to look powerf
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