Mia's POV
"Don't yell at me, you bastard! You don't get to tell me what to do!"
He scoffed. "I'm doing this for your own good, and you think this is about me trying to control you?"
Why is he being so defensive and sensitive? I'm just here looking at the stores, and I've been doing this since I got here. Nothing has happened to me. I keep telling them that I can protect myself, but they don't believe me. It seems like their so-called protection has gotten worse these days.
"Excuse me, Rolex, I don't need you breaking down for me or anything. Stop yelling at me. I'll be fine."
"Well, you are not here alone, and our job is to protect you. Stop making it difficult for us. You are always acting like this. Don't you get tired?"
That sounded like an insult to me. I saw him walk
