"Excuse me?!"
That does it.
Sure it's not like the money spent was my money, but the one who's wearing these things is myself and no one else.
How could he even do something like this without even consulting me.
"Did you tell me about it first?"
Without a doubt, I had to set the facts right, I wouldn't want him taking my silence for permission since that's what it seems like.
Dictator or not, I do not want to be locked up and told what to do my whole life.
This much is enough for me and now he wants to tell me what to do.
"Didn't you think it's okay to do this without telling me?
"No I didn't."
His blunt answer caused me to flinch out of surprise, but this time I was already expecting such a response.
"I've already mentioned this before.
There was no need for that, I already know what kind of phones you like, and I also know your size and even breast cup."
What the.
