Sabel's P.O.V.
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"Oh my fu.cking god! How much do you need?" Paxon complained, for the millionth time.
"As much as I fu.cking want," I hissed at him.
Pax has always hated it anytime I dragged him out to shop with me. Not that I ever went super often, but I do love clothes. He also used to tag along with me during my spa days. Which meant he'd sit around and groan while I got my lashes and nails done or whatever else I wanted.
However, as much as I love annoying Paxon, I wish he'd keep in mind that I literally have nothing. I was given spare clothes from the courthouse since the clothes I was arrested in became evidence in a case. The clothes they'd given me consisted of a skirt that originally went down to my knees, but I rolled it up, and a plain T-sh
