Chapter Eleven
Rich Bitch
The next Tuesday Destiny approached and clipped Paul. He knelt and kissed her feet, but when he got out his wallet, she told him to keep his money. “Tonight’s on me.”
Before Paul could protest, she looped his leash three times around her wrist and spun around and briskly walked toward the other entertainers. Paul barely kept his balance, crawling behind with his face trapped directly behind her, trying to return his wallet to the pocket of his pants. He must have been a comical sight trying to keep up. The entertainers surrounded them, looks of amusement on their faces that sent a shiver of trepidation through Paul. Destiny sat back in a chair, but when Paul sat back on his heels, knelt at her feet, she jerked hard on the leash, pulling him up and toward her
