Chapter 10

Vanessa

"I'm not wearing this," I say defiantly. Unable to hide my grimace, I toss the dress back to him. He chuckles as though I'm merely a tantrum-throwing child.

I'm already wearing his stupid collar, now he wants me to put on a stupid dress that is way too short. Dad taught us that only girls asking for trouble wear skirts and dresses. Just imagine if he had seen this one!

Diego cocks a dark eyebrow. "Have you never worn a dress before, Mama?"

"N-No. And I don't need to wear one. I'm not the whore you're trying to turn me in to!" I assert, feeling my cheeks flush.

A shadow crosses over his face. "And who called you a whore?"

I ignore the question.

"You said you weren't going to pimp us out. So, why are you making me dress like a whore?" I ask, my voice rising in fear and anger.

"I already told you that you're all mine, Mascota. My club is upscale, so dressing casually will make you stand out." He rises from the bed and adjusts his black suit jacket. "Why don't yo