Chapter 10

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 can become a little game between us – his attempt to control everything and my silent rebellion.

"You can't wear that," he grumbles, clearly irritated.

I flash him a mischievous grin. "Why not? I j