Chapter Twenty-Four

Keeva’s POV

The red bottom heels feel ridiculous on my feet. I have never worn heels before and I would never wear ones these high. I feel like I’m walking on stilts. ‘Fuck!’ I stumble and twist my ankle. Jonas outright laughs and Alpha Channon tires his best to suppress his laughter, in an attempt not to make me feel even more embarrassed. ‘Maybe a training heel would be better?’ The stick thin, snooty personal shopper asks whilst rolling her eyes. He looks lustily at Channon and Jonas with no effort whatsoever to hide her want for them. ‘How about a nice kitten heel, elegant and you won’t break your neck if you fall off them.’ A nice young man with come into the room with a flamboyant entrance, arms spread wide and he embraces me in a warm hug.

‘Now, then. Let’s get you kitted out and on the road again.’ He scowls at the silly girl and she leaves the room blinking back tears. ‘Good to see you again Gregory. How is your father?’ Channon stands and shakes the man hand.