#Chapter30

"THAT'S SO ASSETIFYING," I said as I shook my head vehemently.

"Seriously? How is that assetifying, which I doubt is even actual word."

"Yes, it a word. Babe implies that I'm a prize, something that can be owned or won by someone," I replied matter-of-factly. "I really hate that word but I loathe baby even more."

Nick stood there quietly analysing me. "I guess.....I'm sorry?" he asked as he cocked his head to the side to look at me but I waved him off. "But technically, my room is painted black with Gray strikes because the darkness soothes me," he said and sat down on the swivel chair at...