Chapter 17

Kamara’s POV

I scoffed in distaste at the box of clothes and shoes Diego sent for me to wear to dinner. It isn’t so bad, but I would hate to give him the satisfaction of wearing it. He seems to like being in control and I detest being controlled. It drives me nuts.

Chantelle chortled behind me. “It is such a pity that he spent so much to get you this attire. If only he knows you won’t wear them.”

“He has lost his mind. You need to have seen how he spoke to me that day. I just wish there was another way out of this. Men like him shouldn’t be seen parading the streets freely.”

“You can’t talk vile about someone who saved your family. Don’t forget it's more of a transaction here. You just have to put up with it until you put it to bed.”

I kissed my teeth at how lightly she said it. “It is so frustrating when you act logically as regards this situation. As my friend I expect you to get mad when I do and curse out anyone I complain about.”

She got up and massaged my shoulder. “You are