#Chapter 20: The Hayes Court of Slaves

I whip around and glare at him. “Slaves?” I growl. “What the fuck?” Archer merely shrugs. “It’s an ancient Hayes tradition,” he says. “All employees are members of the Hayes Court of Slaves. It’s a highest mark of honor.” “Fuck you,” I hiss and shove his chest. “I’m not wearing this shit.” “You don’t have choice,” Archer says, unamused. “I’ve tossed all your other shit. It’s either that or be naked. Not that I give a fuck.” I seethe. There’s no way I’m running around this campus naked. It’d give the pretentious, misogynist Hayes boys too much joy. Plus, I didn’t want my tits and ass out for everyone to judge. “I’m not going to the fucking dance,” I throw back. “Again, you don’t have a choice.” “Why do I need to be there? Mia and I can stay home instead of being paraded around like show ponies.” Archer scoffs. “You’re not good looking enough to be paraded around,” I jerk back in shock. It’s a massive difference from the compliments he was