Forbidden Love [bwwm interracial]

Chapter 10- Fashion Killa

Jonathan pulled open the doors of the local shopping mall and allowed me to walk in. I gave him a small smile, still not completely comfortable with this whole shopping thing.

"How about we stop by Victoria Secret first?"  He smirked as he draped his arm around my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes, "Keep dreaming pretty boy. And what is it with you and putting your arm around me?"

He shrugged, "You're shorter than me so your shoulder is basically like an armrest for me."

"Glad to know I'm of use." I moved my shoulder in a circle and his arm slid off.

Instead of his arm falling off and falling to his side where it belonged, it slid down to my lower back, dangerously low to my ass.

I thanked the Lord for my darker skin tone because if I didn't, the blush that had crept itself up onto my face would have been so obvious.

No! Why was I blushing? If it were any other guy I would snap his arm in two and feed it to his grandchildren!

"Let's try here." He turned and used the hand that was still on me to lead me into the store.

Heads turned as we made our way into the store and I hung my own head slightly lower than before, not liking all attention on us. Well, everybody was drooling over Jonathan, who just happened to still be walking confidently beside me, ignoring all the lustful looks.

"Pick your head up princess, your tiara is falling," Jonathan whispered beside me.

I looked around to see who his last statement was directed at and saw nobody even in close proximity to us. I peered up at him to try and get a hint of who he was talking about, but he was staring ahead as he was five minutes ago.

"I love this." I stopped and started examining a sweatshirt that we were passing by. It was black and it had the words 'weird is just a side effect of being awesome' in white.

"Then pick it up," Jonathan said.

I bit my lip and hesitantly picked it up after finding my size. I looked around the store and my eyes immediately found the back wall with my taste of clothes. My eyes lit up like lights and I started walking to the back hurriedly with a smile.

I felt warmth against my hand and when I looked down, I saw my fingers interlocked with Jonathan's. My eyes went wide and I inhaled a deep breath, realizing I must've absentmindedly grabbed his hand in my rush to the back of the store.

"Sorry," I muttered as I let it go.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "It's quite alright."

"I really wanna try this on," I blurted out, trying to change the subject.

Thankfully I succeeded, but that's also how my fashion show started.

"Work it girl," Jonathan called out mockingly as I stepped out the dressing room.

I walked from one side of the dressing room to the other, swaying my hips in a joking fashion. I was modeling a short, white prom dress with a sweetheart neckline and black wedge heels. I put one of my hands on my hip and one on the side of my head and flashed a big, pearly smile in Jonathan's direction.

He laughed at me at the same time his phone rang. He quickly excused himself before walking a little ways away from me to answer it.

I turned and started examining the dress in the mirror. I started deciding whether or not I wanted the dress after I admired it and realized it fit me really well.

"Excuse me ma'am?" A voice said from behind me and I turned around to see one of the stores' employees.

"Yes?" I smiled at her politely.

"That's an expensive dress you're wearing," She pointed out, "And we have a rule here that if you don't plan on buying the article of clothing, you're not supposed to try it on."

"And your point is?" I looked at her curiously, somewhat knowing where this conversation was going.

"I'd greatly appreciate it if you take off the dress so the next person that tries it on won't complain about it being dirty, because quite frankly, I have a feeling you can't afford to pay for it." She crossed her arms as she whispered the last part of her statement.

"Excuse me?" I asked rudely, "I don't know who the f-"

"Is there a problem here?" Jonathan's deeply accented voice asked, interrupting me telling off this two-foot-tall bitch.

"According to this employee, I have to take off the dress because apparently I can't afford it." I crossed my arms and shook my leg, something I did when I was concealing my anger.

"I'll have you know that we will be purchasing everything you see here in this dressing room and more if she pleases," He crossed his arms angrily, "And I'd greatly appreciate it if you'd take your ignorance somewhere else far from her."

The employee rolled her eyes before turning and leaving the room.

"Can't even be talking though with your broke ratty looking ass," I called out after her.

"Are you alright darling?" Jonathan asked as he approached me.

"Yeah I'm fine," I shrugged, "I just really want to go."

"Alright we'll check out and we can go home." He ran his hand through his hair and leaned against the wall.

I started walked back into the changing room. After several minutes of trying to get the stupid dress unzipped, I gave up and bit my lip out of embarrassment.

"Jonathan?" I called as I approached him. His head rose from looking down at his phone screen back up to me. "Can you zip me down?"

He cleared his throat and leaned up off the wall. "Y-yeah, sure."

I gave my back to him and moved my hair out of the way. I felt his hands fiddle with the zipper before he started drawing it down ever so slowly. I felt my skin tingle where his fingers briefly touched it.

"T-thanks," I stuttered when he was done. I didn't even turn to look at him, I just walked straight back into the changing room and stripping off the dress. I pulled my work uniform back on and grabbed the clothes that I had tried on that I planned on buying.

"Ready?" Jonathan asked as I stepped out. I gave him a brief nod and he grabbed the bags of clothes from the previous stores we had been to in the past couple hours.

Yeah, hours. I have never seen a male with such a high tolerance for a mall in my entire life. Even when I wanted to leave, he insisted we hit one more store, which led to another and another.

Oops?

"You realize we didn't get anything for Isabella right?" I asked as we headed to the car.

"And you realize you made me wait outside while you went into Victoria Secret right?" He countered, raising his eyebrow.

"Did you really want to come inside and watch a bunch of women try on lingerie, bras, and underwear?" I smiled.

He draped his arm around me and smirked, "I wouldn't have minded one bit."

"You're a pig," I laughed as we reached the car. He pressed a button on his keys and the trunk popped open. We dumped the bags into it before starting the drive home.

It was finally nice to be able to call somewhere home, even if it was temporary.

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