Knock Me Out

Chapter 35

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"God dammit!! I'll just burn this whole closet down!" I scream at nobody in particular.

Well yeah. That's because I'm home alone in my moms house and the servants are on the other floor. They definitely don't hear me.

I'm busy looking for something "nice" to wear just like Eldridge asked, but nothing looks suitable.
I take one of my jeans and a T-shirt Christian once gave me.

It looks better to me than any of the other things I tried.

He'll have to like me in the clothes I prefer to wear. I never had to bother this much before and I won't allow it to happen now.

I still don't understand why he wants me to dress up when were just going to hang out at home.

My mom isn't home yet. She's been staying out a lot these days. I sure hope she knows what she's doing.

I grab my car keys and my purse before I walk out of the house, closing the door behind me.

My baby looks as gracious as it always does where I parked it.

When I arrive at Eldridge's house I ring the bell and wait till the door gets opened.

"Hi" Eldridge smiles. A smile that fades a little when he takes in my appearance. The look on his face says a lot. It says everything that means he doesn't like what I'm wearing.

"Hi Eldridge" I say trying to ignore the way he just reacted to my clothing.

"Come in"

The smile on his face is a hundred percent fake, I don't have to be an expert to notice.

What is it with him and clothes?

"Where's Drew?" I asks when I don't see her after awkwardly standing halfway into the house.

"She's in her room. She's exited to see you. Come" Eldridge answers.

His home is really nice. It looks as great on the inside as it looks on the outside. The walls are all painted mint green and the bottom of the walls are painted brown.

I follow him to Drew's room as he leads the way.

"I'll give you a quick tour through the house later okay?"

"Yeah. That'd be great" I answer him.

"I thought I asked you to wear something nice" he voices the question I've been expecting out.

"Yeah you did" I simply state.

"So?"

"So what? Is this not nice? I thought we were just going to hang out with Drew? So I wanted to wear something comfortable" I say per truth.

"I'd prefer you wear how and what I ask you to wear" he says arrogantly.

"Oh is that so? And may I ask why? Is it because you're the one who buys me all if my clothes?" I asks sarcastically with a fake smile.

"I'll buy you clothes if I need to. Just..."

"Listen here buddy. Let me make one thing clear to you. You don't own me and you certainly don't get to decide what I wear. I'm an independent woman and I won't take orders from anyone. I've never done it before and I most definitely won't start doing it now. So unless you have an awesome reason for asking me to wear something you would want me to wear, I suggest you let this be the last time you try to make that decision for me. I won't have any of that crap. Clear?" I warn in a whispering tone so Drew doesn't hear us, while poking him in his chest with my finger.