Chapter 47

“Sorry, you have the wrong house,” she told him. Why did she even say that?

“I’m pretty sure I have the right house. He also gave instructions to call if you tried to refuse.” She scoffed.

“I…” As she was about speaking, her phone rang. Speak of the devil—literally. Reynolds.

She looked at the screen, kissed her teeth, and picked up the phone.

“I’m sure he is there. Get dressed and go with him.”

“Go where with him?”

“You’ll be picking an outfit today. Tomorrow is the engagement party. Change your wardrobe. I don’t want you looking pauper when moving with me.”

He ended the call without giving her a chance to utter another word.

How ridiculous. Engagement party tomorrow? Did he think she was a child or worker he could boss around? Yes, she was. I mean, that was the whole energy behind the boss-to-worker relationships.

“I will wait in the car.” He handed her the broken switch and left her standing. He, too, was just as rude and cock