Aniyah’s POV
I bit down on my lip nervously, I still hadn’t managed to work up the courage to tell Jameson that my mother had demanded his presence. I had two weeks left before her deadline. I was terrified in all honesty, scared of them meeting, scared of what Mama was going to say to him, scared that she would end up right and Jameson would run when he saw where I came from which was a far cry from his swanky address, I’m sure.
When he asked me to dinner I had freaked out, cutting him off with a hard no before getting my butt away from his disappointed face. I was still reluctant to allow myself to get to know him, deep down believing that at some point the rich white boy was going to dump my ass just as my rich white daddy did to my Mama. Like they always say, girls like me don’t get
