Chapter 7

There was no doubt about the fact that I was going to accept Mr. Reeves’s job proposition. If I refused it, then I would be dumb because which other job would offer me $5,000 a month for just cleaning? I could do so much with that money and save so much so as to accomplish all the plans I had for the future. It was settled.

Or maybe not.

Chris had come over to my apartment after days of ignoring and worrying me. I hadn’t said a word. I wasn’t going to beg and grovel. He had insulted me and then gone MIA on me. If anyone had to apologize, it was going to be him. If I continued giving him so much liberty, he was going to take it as an excuse to walk all over me.

“Kayla,” he started. I looked up at him, cocking my head and waiting for him to say whatever he had to say. “I’m sorry about the other day. I was mad, but that didn’t give me the right to talk about you like that. I know... I know you’re not a whore, I