Ice Blue

Chapter 7

We enter a fancy lingerie store which I've never been to before. It's almost upsetting that he knows places like these. He must bring all the women he brings with him here to dress them in lingerie. Who knows how often he has been here and with who. Maybe he's a pimp and this is his favorite store, although he looks nothing like that. I can't control my facial expression that shows him how mad I'm getting at him and that's only because I feel less special now. I only care about me being in first place and now that I think I could be one of many, I get angry. I'm a spoiled brat. I can't help it. I'm daddy's girl who gets whatever she wants before she even says it out love. Even if I didn't get much love or affection, I got everything else I wanted and needed. I was put on a pedestal and now I can't be one of many and I definitely won't be one of his women.

I shoot him a death stare but he doesn't notice because he is greeting the employees who don't seem to know him. That's why he is introducing himself to them and they seem to be interested in giving us the best service. It's hard to believe that he has never been here before because why else would he bring me here? From where and why does he know this place?

I dan't break my head about it because if I do, I will be moody all the time and I want to free my mind. I want to stop thinking about things like these. Unimportant things. Shopping will help, even if it's with him.

I already start looking around while he is even speaking to the manager. I have to roll my eyes. A typical businessman who has to make everything about business and dive deep into it, even in a lingerie store. I don't bother him by telling him to follow me. Instead I just look around. There are many mannequins that display some really sexy sets that are definitely not made for a seventeen year old and even some toys that make me blush. That's why I take a turn to check out the other corner of the store in hope to find some more casual sets that are still cute enough to make me feel good in them.

Soon enough I pick some sets that I find beautiful and let one of the nice employees who walk around help me and find exactly what I'm looking for. A short woman with a blonde bob reaches me a red leather set that looks way too hot and seductive. Way too sexy. My eyes widen.

"This is a perfect set for a perfect night with your partner." she smiles, just doing her job, thinking that's exactly what I'm looking for and why I'm here. I glance over to Valentin because she does too and I realize what she means. Heat reaches my cheeks and I swallow my words because I can't believe people think we're actually here as a couple or could be partners in any way. That's what it must look like. Do I look good next to him?

Yet I don't tell her that we're not dating or anything close to that because it's none of her business. It's nobodies business. I don't need to explain my relationship to him here.

"No, no. That's not what I'm looking for." I try to smile and hide my pink cheeks from him when he looks over. He better not even dare to think that I'm going shopping for seducing things to please him. Trying to calm my racing heart, I explain her what I'm looking for and she picks some sets for me to try on. Meanwhile Valentin joins us and I get a little bit shy and nervous. He doesn't need to be all up in my face while I'm trying on lingerie. Usually I like having his attention but in this situation it feels like it should be forbidden to have his attention.

I don't know what I'm scared of. It's not that I doubt he will like my body, get stunned by how perfectly proportioned every inch of me is or enjoy seeing me wearing less than a dress and a coat but I don't know if I'm ready for it and for what it could lead to. How will I handle the outcome of being seen by him in these sets? That will break just another wall that I built to keep myself safe behind. He is still who he is. My fathers enemy. My enemy. There's no way I can cross this line with him, even if there's this tension between us. It's laying in the air and it's so thick that I can almost grab it with my bare hand. I wish I could so I could end it by squeezing it to death.