Chapter 25

　　He sighed and pulled out a wallet to pay for the scarf. "Here." He posted the money on the chest of the salesman still staring at me.

　　"No, I'll pay for this." I said.

　　"You have no money."

　　"Oh, you bet! I have credit cards."

　　"They don't accept cards, Bernice, save it."

　　"What?" I looked at the salesman, "You really don't?" I asked but couldn't answer and just bowed to accept Wyatt's money. Ugh, men and their problems.

　　I just stared at them both and put on my shades before going out. Wyatt grabbed the bag of scarves and followed me. I thought they'll put them in some paper bags, but whatever.

　　"Baby, wait up." I automatically stopped and waited for him, fuck that ‘baby’ exhausting! "I get it, you're sexy and confident, but do you really have to wear it like that?" He asked calmly as he confronted me.

　　"I want it this way, this is fashion and I'm comfortable." My answer.