Chapter Eighty

Phillipe drew in a breath as he took her in, his body responded instantly and his eyes narrowed,

‘Aurora?’

She put her hands on her hips and faced him angrily,

‘What? Shall I go out in an old sack because the men in your fucking country cannot control their dicks?’

Jasmine gasped in shock at her crude cruel words and Mikel caught her hand and shook his head this was not her battle.

‘This has all got out of hand, you know it's not like that here. I will explain when I’ve sorted this mess out.’

He could not have said anything worse,

‘Mess? Is that what I am because I challenged your archaic, fourteenth-century patriarchal rubbish?’

Her voice was scathing,

’That’s not fair Aurora’

He replied quietly

‘Isn’t it? But I suppose whipping women for wearing what they like is fair according to your laws? Tell me, Phillipe, will you stop them whipping me if I do it again?’

He looked at her and did not answer looking away from the hurt in her eyes,

‘Just as I thought. Have a nice life, Phillipe,