"Take it off," I say, darkly.
"Does it really look that bad?" she pouts.
"Bad? Let me remind you, Amelia, you are the wife of a billionaire not some w***e at a cheap club." I spit.
Fury filled her eyes the second she heard that comment.
"Guess what?" she walked toward me, dangerously close "I don't give a damn what you think, I like this dress and if you think I'm gonna take it off, think again Mr King." she whispered against my neck and my breathing halted.
"That's not what I meant.," I state.
"Well that's what you said," she said a little calmer, not looking at me.
The music was blaring at the club and me and Lia sat down at the bar. The car ride was awkward and silent.
"Six shots please," she chirped to the bartender. I thought she would give me half since she wasn't the biggest
