Stranded

27 - Cinderella and her tattooed prince charming.

━ EIRA

"Which one?" Viktor asked, standing by my side as I was seated on the grey velvet seats of the balenciaga store that we currently were in. In his hand, he held onto a black balenciaga track sneaker and in his other hand sat a purple colored one.

I lifted my gaze up and rolled my eyes, arms crossed tightly across my chest as my barefeet stayed glued to the marbled floor.

People couldn't even glance our way because they were already trembling due to Viktor's intimidating persona. It was ironic to see that these people were also rich but Viktor held much power and maybe it was due to his dangerous line of work.

"Ma'am if you'd like to check out other designs, I could arrange that as well." I ignored the staff as well, shaking my head while glaring at the male who was as adamant as me.

It was not going to end well but the shoes Viktor was holding were a pair that I had always wanted. Thick chunky sneakers that would complete the leftover outfit that I had back at the mansion.

"Go get more designs." The male staff nodded at the order and rushed away somewhere between the glass and mirrors situated all around the aesthetically pleasing store.

It was my first time ever at a balenciaga store since I was not allowed to go out that much and mostly do online shopping but this was truly beautiful and a whole another experience. No wonder everything was this expensive, even the walls of the store were covered in marble.

"Don't be so stubborn." Viktor spoke, staring down at me. "If you had a penny for everytime you were being stubborn, I am sure you would have been the richest woman in the entire world."

I shot him a glare of my piercing eyes as my fingers gripped at the soft grey velvet and then I watched the male arrive back with multiple black and white boxes mushed up in his arms.

He showed us the items inside the boxes and there were boots, sneakers and even boots with sharp pencil heels enough to mess up Viktor Almato's face but I couldn't keep my gaze off the black sneakers that the male had placed down on the floor.

The sole was thick and chunky and it had black lace along with the balenciaga brand embedded on the corner.

"I assume you like this, miss. Let me put it on you." The man picked the sneakers up and kneeled down right in front of me.

His hands were about to reach out for my bare ankle and that's when Viktor also squatted down, giving the employer's body a very harsh push sending him against the ebony wood flooring. I could feel the curious and nosy gazes of everyone, my cheeks becoming warm.

"I'll do it." Viktor muttered. He kneeled down before me as I watched the lean male gather himself and stand up.

I stared at Viktor, confused and dumbfounded by his complicated behavior and personality. There was no need to be so harsh, pushing the male with his broad shoulders.

The moment his cold hands made contact with my skin, I flinched slightly.

His slow fingertips began to caress the delicate skin of my foot before he helped it slip into the sneaker. Viktor seemed extremely focused and once my foot was completely inside the sneaker, he tied the lace up into a perfect bow and imitated his actions with the other sneaker as well.