Three Means 1

Embarassment

Pierre groaned in frustration. His grip tightened on her hips, as he attempted to guide her himself, but she wrapped her hand around his mouth once more, silencing him.

"Shhh..." She commanded.

    "Excusez-moi madame, je suis vraiment désolé de vous déranger mais il n'y a que trois cabines d'essayage et vous y êtes depuis environ une heure."

    (Translation: Excuse me ma'am, I'm really sorry to bother you but there are only three fitting rooms and you have been there for about an hour.)

Pierre couldn't stop the laugh that came out, muffled against her palm.

"Shut up, please! I haven't even tried on the second dress." Dulce said, irritated. She unwrapped her legs from around him and her hand from his mouth, turning to walk back to the fitting room. But Pierre grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to him with force. She stumbled, landing on his lap. He took the opportunity to tighten his hold, wrapping his arms around her waist. She looked over her shoulder and saw him looking up at her with a pleading expression.

"Let's finish. You always do this to me." He groaned, throwing his head back. His hands gripped her thighs, pushing them down to keep her in place, not allowing her to move.

"Let go of me, and we'll finish later. It's not my fault people keep interrupting us." She protested.

He let go of his hold, and she stood up, before going back to the fitting room to change.

Once she was dressed, they opened the door and were surprised to see the long line of customers, all eyes on them, inspecting their every move. Dulce adjusted her skirt, making sure everything was in place, and they walked to the counter.

Pierre slapped his wallet into the cashier's hand to pay.

    "You don't have to do that." Dulce said, though she secretly loved it when others paid for her. She dropped her money back into her skirt pockets without further protest.

    As the woman at the register placed the money in the machine and bagged the dresses, Pierre cupped Dulce's cheek, causing her to look up at him.

   "Anything for you." He said. Dulce grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand down, looking around the room with worry in her eyes.

"Stop, let's avoid touching in public."

Pierre said nothing, but if Dulce had looked up, she would have noticed the slight frown on his eyebrows.

"Let's go." He said, grabbing her bag

    As he pulled open the exit door, a familiar voice called out.

    "Wait, don't leave!"

Dulce immediately looked over her shoulder with fear stacking up inside her, but it quickly disappeared when she saw Fleur standing nearby.

"Hello again, Fleur. What are you doing here?" Dulce asked, hoping Fleur hadn't seen anything incriminating with Pierre.

"Oh, nothing. Angelo thought it would be a good idea for me to get a dress for tonight's event." Fleur explained. Dulce's eyes scanned the room until they met Angelo's.

He stood in the line, looking back at her. When he noticed her staring, he lifted his hand and waved slowly.

"Oh, you're also going?" Dulce asked, stuttering slightly.

"Well, yes, I'm Angelo's date." Fleur clarified. It made Dulce want to scream at Angelo for his two faced fuckery, but she realized she was doing something similar, if not worse, to Arthur.