Ambrollins : Be My Baby

Chapter 36

Dean POV:

When I meet Roman in front of his house, he's in his casual clothes wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. He looks sharp and quiet, but I can sense some tension in his face. I try to ask about it, but he urges me to get in his car.

I'm humbled and get into the passenger side of the Mercedes. I wait until we get onto the highway before he speaks again. "How's Seth doing?"

I smile and open my mouth to describe it, but my phone gets vibrated. I attend the call and shock when I have an appeal from my credit card company. Supposedly, my love spent above ten thousand dollars at various designer boutiques along Rodeo Drive.

I glance at him, still in shock, and murmur, "Ten thousand dollars! It was the first time the money had left from my account, but I got a call from the company already to see if it was me!"

"You gave Seth your credit card?!" He asks incredulously.

"Well, yeah. My baby wanted to do shopping!" I mumble helplessly, imagining the poor state of my account. I know my boyfriend is a billionaire's grandson, but we will lose all our money if we spend it like this. I don't know what to do anymore.

He laughs. "What the hell possessed you to do that?"

"I don't know he loves to shop this much. I thought he would use it for emergencies." I say, ruffling my messy blond hair. I look out the window and seek to figure out where he is taking me as he drives further into the street.

"Well, in Seth's world, shopping is an emergency." He grins, shaking his head in disbelief. "Ten thousand dollars?! What the fuck do you think he is buying?"

"Probably a whole new wardrobe. Maybe Seth hates wearing anything dated." The words leave out of my mouth helplessly as I try to think about everything. As I'm open my mouth to talk about finding a job, I can recognize where he is taking me.

"Stop the fucking car." I hold the steering wheel to stop him from further moving. I shake my head at him and lean my head against the headrest, imagining what will happen if my dad sees me now. "I-I can't."

"But Dean, how many days would you avoid seeing your dad?" He asks, placing his hand on my shoulder and trying to get some sense into my mind.

"I don't know." I glance at him and think about how to explain my situation. "At least now!" It's the simple answer that leaves my mouth.

When he tries to convince me, I open the door and put my foot out to leave. He grabs my hand and nods at me, convincing me to stay in the car. He turns the car back and goes in another direction which maintains a distance between my dad and me. I know the distance between us is going further bigger every day, but I have to do one thing before facing him again.

The string keeping my head attached to me has cut when I return to my house. I make my way to my room, thinking about how to reveal my past to Seth. I knew he saw my dad, but it didn't mean he knew everything well. And I couldn't hide anything more, in reason he didn't ask about it. As soon as he finds out everything, it will be a great help for our future.

My eyes widen when I'm taking in at least ten different bags with designer names such as Cavalli, Gucci, Fendi, Valentino, Lanvin, and many more scattered around the room. A complete set of new-looking skincare products are spreading across the bed.

I shake my head to clear my mind and look around in search of him until he comes out of the bathroom, fluffing out his hair with a towel. The smile on his face warms my heart as he looks surprised to see me. Sometimes I wonder whether I deserve him!

I sigh and wrap my arms around him from behind, keeping his back against my chest. I decide it is best not to face him while bringing out what's on my mind. "Baby, did you think about my dad at any time?" I ask calmly, trying to understand his mind.

"I still need time to think." He says flippantly and moves away from me without giving me a chance to say something. He sits on the bed and plays with the bottles of skin lotions.

"Well, you certainly had plenty of time to go shopping," I respond, grabbing the towel that he has thrown out on the chair and playing with it while listening to his words.

"Shopping made me thought better." He replies matter-of-factly. "Plus, it eased my pain."

"Your pain?!" I ask, sitting at the foot of the bed and facing him. "Seth, baby." I run my hand through his hair and stroke it gently. "Everyone would mess up sometimes, including you."

"I knew," He says softly. "But I didn't think that your dad would try to kill me. And he was the first one who slapped me in the face.." He rubs his cheek with the recall of that day and looks at me sadly. "You know everything better, so don't bring that topic again, please.."

When worries crowd his face, I feel bad for putting him through it because he doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve the pain that my family and his family are giving to him. But I want to change his mind, so I have to do something clear and better. What can I do now to cheer him a little and bring that happiness back to his face?  

Looking around, I go through the bags of clothing that he has bought. I pull out an expensive-looking black shirt and hold it up against my body, looking into the mirror. While slipping the shirt over my head, I rest my hand on his skinny jean covered calf and get his attention. "Baby, how it looks on me?"

"Dean! Don't try that on. You're going to stretch it out and ruin it." He says, still staying in his place. It's not my baby, so I have to keep going until my baby comes out.

I pause momentarily as I'm about to push my arm down the sleeve of the shirt. "Well, if I ruin it, then I'm going to keep it." I grin and push my arm down the shirt, buttoning it up over the one.

"You're ruining my clothes. I'm gonna kill you." He yells, moving the products out of the way and scooting over to me. That's my baby!

I chuckle and adjust the shirt on my body quickly. "It's just one shirt, baby. I'm sure you have several more." I eye appreciatively as I check out myself in the mirror. "Besides, I look good in it."

I unbutton the shirt and throw it over my shoulder before looking around at the other bags and wondering what else I can loot from him. I watch his every activity in the corner of my eye and smirk to myself, continuing going on.

When I grab an inky purple shirt from the bag, his eyes blow wide open. "You can't have that!" He snatches the shirt off my hands. "The saleswoman said it was the last one in my size." He may be in love with me, but that is no reason for him to give away this season's top t-shirt.

I smile and pull him against me, placing my hands on his hips. I lean into him and lick the side of his face, hearing his breath softly catching in his throat. My tongue tracing along his cheek to his lips where I force my tongue inside, my hands continue moving, almost on their own, as I initiate the kiss. I'm never tired of kissing him because I'm always expecting a moment for that.