“I’m not done,” she cuts in, eyes blazing. “Yes, we’ve slept together. And yes, I’ve even enjoyed it.But that doesn’t mean you own me. And it won’t until I decide I’m giving myself to you. Wholly andcompletely.”
“Haven’t you already?” I toss uncaringly at her.
She should be used to my aggressive jabs by now, but she flinches back, her expression caving in onitself for a moment.
“You keep forgetting something, kiska: I know you. Better than f*****g Maxim does.”
She opens her mouth to say something else, but then her eyes flit over my shoulder. I glance aroundand realize that my mother is standing right there.
“Go back to your room, Mama,” I tell her harshly.
“Stop it!” Camila yells before Mama can say a word. “Stop ordering her around like she’s youremployee! Stop cont
