Bound by His Mark, Freed by His Betrayal
“On the couch, Ashanti. I give you a roof, and you need more?
I scoffed. “That’s a bit much even for you, Monica. You’ve got more than a room in this apartment.”
“And yet I say you should take the couch. Learn to be grateful, Ashanti. Don’t be greedy.”
A dry chuckle escaped my lips.
“I’m Ashanti, Monica. Not some street munchin.”
“Yeah. Ashanti, the low-life criminal actress. Make do with what you have, don’t push it.”
She said, walking off, leaving me standing in the middle of the room, gritting my teeth.
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