Fixation

Chapter o012 part uno

Maia Jones' POV:

My mind was in a whirlwind, there was so much on my mind... If I could kick myself I would. I never meant to mention Greg to Reuben, but I assumed by the off-centered possessiveness that he had recently inherited into his already dominant persona that he knew! I mean, he has access to so much information on my black ass already, I just knew he had picked up on some sort of hint of my past abuse.

Taking a quick glance over my shoulder as Samira and a few of her assistants fussed around me, properly taking my measurements and coordinating a few articles of clothing that she gotten for me already. Gucci, Prada, Fendi, Armani... And this was not the bootleg stuff my sisters and I often sported... Of course my ass could only dream of having such an amazingly lavish wardrobe, but I heard Reuben tell her to spare no expense on me.

Though he wasn't speaking to me.

He was highly pissed off at me, and it was showing. Every time I would glance in at myself in the large boutique styled mirror before me, I would take a fast glance at his reflection as he sat dead silent on the brown leather loveseat that was only a few feet from me. His cool exterior only made me scared of what was brewing on his interior. I mean, for him not to say not one crying word to me this entire day we had been together, relaying messages to me through David and Samira...  He sat there, motionless, yet relaxed. His right ankle sat comfortably on his left knee. The hunter grey V-neck shirt he was wearing conformed to his slim, muscular frame perfectly and those dark blue denim jeans fitted him like a glove... God, he looked so good. And he had the nerve to be treating me like I was not there... Playing on that goddamned smartphone of his, either answering a call or texting someone. Better be one of his little minions or something, let me find out one of his old hoes are trying to pop back up... I'll cut a bitch.

Fuck the bullshit.

I was hood, no matter how rich my boyfriend was.

"Samira?" I glanced at his reflection as I heard him speak, that damn baritone voice of his. That damn panty drenching tone of voice.

UGH!

Bitch, you are too damn sprung! 'You'? Nah, bitch this a package deal, we all are sprung over this man.

"I would like to see the brown dress on her... The gown." He pointed to the rack that sat at my left, there he goes once again... Talking at me and not to me. This was getting annoying and quick.

How the fuck he going to give me the silent treatment but he's the one that has turned my damn life upside down?

Clenching my jaw, I closed my eyes and began to count backwards from ten... Trying to keep my composure as Samira scurried around me, trying to appease his butt-hurt ass. I was too through at this point, even though the gesture was very lovely, nothing I loved more than shopping and being catered to... But not under these circumstances... Not while he's treating me like this.

"Beautiful, Maia... Absolutely stunning color this would be on your skin."

Samira took the garment from the plastic casing that it was held in, and begin to walk it over... Reuben watched intently, wanting to see the dress next to me. But since he wanted to be a hard ass, I could one too... An even bigger one.

"No."

Samira stopped in mid-step as I looked at her and the dress.

"I'm not gonna wear it." I finished as I looked off and over to the other rack beside me. "I want to wear something different." I concluded with a shrug. Though the dress made me want to melt... It was strapless and matched my skin dead on... But since he wanted it.