Chapter 475. You Have a Fucking Fiancé

Jamila’s POV

The mall is large and full of people. Drake is a step behind me as I browse the stores, picking what I want. I get a few casual dresses, shorts, shirts, and shoes. Drake gives the cashier his card despite my disapproval when it’s time to pay.

“I have my own money,” I murmur.

“The alpha told me to pay. He gave me his card,” he says. I shove the shopping bags in Drake’s hands and enter a Victoria’s Secret store, leaving him outside. I smirk. See how you pay for this.

I take my sweet time in the store, picking what I like and trying them on. I pay for my items, and when I return, Drake is talking to a very pretty woman. She seems to be my age and has very curly red hair. She seems to be annoyed with him.

“You don’t have the right to be angry, Vicky; you have a fucking fiancé,” Drake’s angry, it’s the loudest I’ve heard him speak.

“Oh, was I supposed to wait until you’re ready? When Josh was down on his knee with an engagement ring