GLENDA'S POV
I was appalled with the thought that Maurice only deemed it fit to lay with me because my idea turned out great.
It only meant that if it had happened that things didn't go as well as they did now, then he probably would have kicked me out of his house.
It only reminded me that I was only as good as my worth to them. If I didn't serve any purpose, then I was useless! How could I forget that?
Angrily, without uttering a word, I dressed up and left the room. I was honestly tired of being a pawn. A tool only sought when needed.
“Glenda… Glenda!” Maurice called out repeatedly behind me as I headed for the door.
Maurice grabbed my arm, stopping me from opening the door.
“Glenda.” His tone was draped with disbelief and concern as he chased me to the door. “Hey, what just happ
