Claire's POV
"Leave me alone, you bastard! Go to your mistress! I am nothing to you!" I snapped as I shook myself out of his grip and pushed him away. But his hold on me was firm, refusing to let me go.
"No! I never had a mistress!" He insisted and pulled me closer, his arms wrapped around me even tighter. "If I had one, it would only ever be you!"
"What?" My eyes widened in shock. His words didn't make sense to me. Did he really believe that I was nothing more than a mistress, a golddigger in his life? Anger surged through me, and I pinched his waist, finally managing to break free from his embrace.
I shot him a glare. "Listen, Mr. Kensington! I am not the kind of woman you are looking for. I don't sell myself for money!"
