Tempted By My Adoptive Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 11: The Dress dispatch!

I was busy arranging my clothes when I heard the doorbell ring. I halt my work to get to the door.  "Coming," I yelled.

Immediately I open the door. "Hey, chocolate flavor," He voice out with a cocky smile.

"Brother Hugo," I returned the smiling gesture. "Come in," I open the door wide enough for him to enter. "What's that?" I inquired, looking at a big Chanel shopping bag.

He smiles again. No joke —Hugo Leroy is very sexy, and his beautiful hazel green eyes and perfect smile reveal his left cheek dimple. He looks hot mere wearing short kneel-length black jeans, white Converse, and a white Louis Vuitton shirt.

"Oh, I'm officially here to hand over this package to you, my chocolate flavor. " he chuckles.

He handed over the bag to the excited me. I quickly opened it. "Whoa, it's a gown and heel, and bag. They are so beautiful," I awe at him.

It was a white plain knee-length body-hug gown with, a white needle front cover heel with a white Chanel purse. It's so elegant.

"Go try it on, chocolate flavor," He winked at me, the kind that flutters the stomach.

Then the realization hits me. "But why are you giving me this? What is it for?" I dart my curiosity.

"Aint you going to the polished dinner party?" He raises his question eyebrow at me. "It's from him-" He suddenly pointed at Pierre, who was standing in the seating area.

"Pierre told me to buy you this dress for the elegant dinner party," He smiles.

"Eh," I look thunderstruck at the both of them. "Is it a regular party?"

Then, Pierre walks closer to Hugo, looking —Emotionless as always. "Don't be nervous; regale it as sprucing up for fun,"

I look down at the dress anxiously. He walks closer to me and pats my shoulders. "You don't have to be afraid; I'm with you,"

"Okay..." I muttered.

He gives me a reassuring smile —Wait for a minute, Pierre Alexandre Fitzgerald just smiled at me with a shimmering eye? That means this party will be terrific.

"Go put the dress on, try it, and see if it's fit," He bobs at me.

"Okay," I nodded at both of them as I disappeared from their faces into my room.

A few minutes later, I continued crying, watching my reflection in the mirror. My breast is not big enough for the breast slint; my hip is wide enough and matches the waist of the dress. But my flat breast spoilt the beauty of the front. I slowly peep through the door and step out wearing my blue jeans and white shirt.

Pierre and Hugo look confused about why I didn't put on the gown to reveal to them.

"What's wrong, Chocolate flavor?" Hugo sadly looks at me.

"You won't like the gown?" Pierre inquired, looking so concerned.

I looked away from their faces, sadly, "Actually, this dress is beautiful, but the breast part of the dress is too big for me," I confidently voiced out.

Instantly, Pierre turns slowly to look at Hugo, who knows he's doomed. He gave Hugo the —Explain why the dress is too small, gaze.

"Ahem...Pierre, I tried my best. That...that-"

Pierre shakes his head at Hugo, looking so disappointed as he picks up his phone from the couch and dials a number. Hugo, on the other hand, sat down, embracing his disappointments.

"Hello. This is Dr. Pierre Fitzgerald. Do you have dinner gowns for younger teenage girls?" He voice over the phone with a stern face.

"She's not too tall, I don't know about her weight, but she is dark-skinned, she has wide, curvy hips, she not too skinny but she's small," He described.

"How about her boobs size?" The woman voices out.

Pierre turns to take a peek at my chest his face motionless. He did this facial expression thing that sounds like —She doesn't have much.

"Her boobs are not too big, but it's small!" He sneers.

I was hearing his description of me. Mainly my chest; it made me weak as fuck. I look away shyly.

"Alright, one hour? Okay. Thank you." He hangs up.

An hour later, the bell rang. I opened the door to receive another Chanel bag from a dispatch rider.

"Are you Ms. Ama?" He asked.

With a nod. "Yes, I am."

He hands over the Chanel bag to me. I smile. "Thank you very much, Sir,"

"It's my pleasure. Thank you,"

He hops into his power bike, and with a sleek, he drives off.

Immediately I went back into the house, Hugo rushed up to me with a cocky smile. "Quickly, put it on, my chocolate flavor,"

"You're still here? The gown is here. You can now leave," He smacks the back of Hugo's head, causing him to flinch and caress his head.

"Pierre..." Hugo yelled like a teenage boy. "Why are you so hot-tempered? Is chocolate flavor yours?"

"Well, I am her guardian, and she's not of age yet. It will help if you quit calling her chocolate flavor, you dimwit.  It sounds so kinky," He cusses.

"I'm not a dimwit, okay? Didn't you hear my chocolate flavor called me brother an hour ago? You heard it. So I am a part of this family too," Hugo winced like a child, still trying to get over the smack that was given to him by Pierre.

They kept on arguing and shouting at each other till I couldn't take it anymore. Immediately I walked out of my room wearing the dress, I screamed at both of them.

"Pierre, Hugo!" I called, resting my hand on the wall. "How do I look?" I ask, looking away. "Do I look nice in this dress?"

"Oh, my goodness. My chocolate flavor, you look so gorgeous and alluring," Hugo praised me and walked close to hold my palms.

"How dare you hold her palm so casually. Leave her palm," Pierre animosity with deep anger in his voice. He walked to them and removed Ama's palm from Hugo's.

"Pierre," Hugo grins like a maniac. "Aint you so pretty being real-"

"Shut the hell up and get out now," Pierre cut him off pushed him out of the room, and instantly slammed the door.

"Pierre, chocolate flavor is mine!" Hugo shouted from the outside.

"Fuck off!" Pierre yelled back.