Ch 65
Eleanor POV
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Be ready, he had told…so I got ready the way he would never blink having me as his vision.
Wear something appropriate he specified, so I wore something so appropriate that he would curse the hell for the devil and smoothen your hair, he insisted, so I gave him the wild curls to show my despise to his arrogance.
Nice make up he added, so I did the best, high heels he mentioned so I don't look petite in front of him.
Now I was on his shoulders, I wiggled my arms.
Hitting his back wanting him to let me go…when my fists didn't do the desired work to get me free as I had hoped I used my heeled legs…
I kicked in to his thigh, testing his patience.
The confidence that ran in me while I got dressed up, to show him that I don't take orders…
It had drained the minu
