Mia
James and I spent an hour walking the mall and shopping for suitcases. I wasn’t particular about luggage and, in fact, thought any old one would do. James, however, insisted I get a matching set. Thus, I found myself getting one of those very fancy, expensive Louis Vuitton traveling collections. By the time we were done shopping, I felt awfully guilty for spending James’ money yet again.
We were in one of the restaurants, having lunch, when I couldn’t help myself and said, “James, I know I’m… um…”
How did I even go about this? Telling him I didn’t want to be so indebted to him even though I was supposed to be his mistress.
James c****d his head to one side. “What’s the matter?”
I licked my lips and then cleared my throat. I stared down at my food as I said, “You’re spending too mu
