Sarah
"Are you almost done getting ready?"
I hear Vincent yell and giggle to myself. I am taking my time, slowly getting dressed just to piss him off.
He said something about dinner, and I am guessing he meant some type of fancy dinner since he likes to show off his money. So, I purposely dressed down. Way down.
"What the hell are you wearing?" he barks angrily, just as I predicted.
"What do you mean?" I ask innocently as he eyes me up and down.
I decided to wear my cropped t-shirt with short shorts that were ripped at the bottom. I figured since he called me a teenager, I might as well dress like one.
Vincent's frustration is palpable as he stands there, staring at me with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. I can't help but revel in the satisfaction of getting under his skin. It
