58. Mia
“No. I am not wearing that, Jeremy. I am not a prostitute.” I sneer angrily. What is he trying to do? Prop me up and then humiliate me? Never!
“What?” Uriel exclaims at my words. She looks insulted. “Do you have an idea how much this costs? That's LV. A Louis Vuitton. What prostitute will be able to afford it? The president's private escorts?”
“Can't you see? It's too revealing, hardly covering her legs. I can almost see her lingerie from here.”
“It's a pool party, Mia. You are supposed to be scantily dressed, let your skin breathe. This dress is perfect for that.” She urges.
“If this is too revealing, then what kind of swimming suit are you planning to buy, Mia? I didn't know you were such a prude.” Jeremy chuckles. “Interesting.” He murmurs.
“...”
I am suddenly tongu
