Hailey
"I don't return what I buy, Hailey," Damien said casually, opening the car door for me. "So either you accept them, or you can throw them away. But there's no third option. Now, get in the car."
"Then you shouldn't have bought so much stuff!" My voice rose slightly, frustration creeping in.
His jaw ticked, and he raked a hand through his hair. "I don't get what's wrong with you. Shopping makes women feel better, doesn't it? Distracts them from shitty things? So what the hell are you made of?" He looked at me like I was some kind of anomaly. "You don't like shopping?"
"I do," I muttered, crossing my arms. "But this is too much. You shouldn't waste your money like that, and-"
I stopped mid-sentence as realization struck.
Shopping lightens women's moods.
That's w
