Kyla Jones POV
I gaped in horror “ Excuse me?”
“You heard me well KYLA. Hold my leg and plead. Polish my shoes and I might reconsider your request. "
Vincent said it without any remorse moving his leg in front of me shaking his shoes.
People started to gather around, some laughing and I felt like a circus attention. A rwavelet of revulsion creeped all over my skin. I hate him.
“ I am not going to do it. Give it back” My whole arm started to shake with how hard I was clenching my fist.
“ Why? You low class people do this for living don’t you? Cleaning, begging, luring rich people in their trap, wh*ring around. Why are you ashamed now? "
“ You are absolutely disgusting! I may lack class and status, but I do have self-respect and dignity. I won’t beg for anything.” I gritted out,
