Untold Truth

13

I run back up into my room, finding any leftover clothes I can use to put together a decent outfit.

I find an oversized white button-up, probably Charles. I know he hates it when I call him that.

I found a pair of jeans I wore when I first met him.

I grab my outfit and run into the bathroom, looking back at myself through the mirror.

What has just happened in the past 24 hours, I wonder?

What changed was that I was this independent woman, sticking up for myself, but I just had to have the best sex of all time with a person who i just met yesterday

What will I do about him?

I look back at the mirror, then at my phone, releasing the fact that I have less than 5 minutes left and my hair and face look like a mess.

Shit, I say in shock, running around, brushing my hair, using water to flatten my frizzy hair. Fuck,  he still wants to be with me after seeing my face and my hair?

I should be grateful, I guess.

Actually, he can wait a bit longer, I will take my time.

I spent the next five, ten, fifteen, up until thirty. Oops, I guess I just forgot about the time.

By the time I finish, I look hot. If he can't take his hands off me by getting out of the car, I would give him a reward, but he already has one—me, of course.

I have almost memorized this place; it pays off from becoming an assistant and having the stress of memorizing things on such short notice.

I walk down the stairs with the biggest smile on my face.

I checked my phone for 3 phone calls and 1 message; I guess he's impatient?

I walk towards the big front doors, seeing Charles through the window, pissed.

I walk forward, down the flight of steps, to where the limo is.

The butler opens the car door. Charles is sitting on the other end, watching his eyes move from the window to my face.

I see his eyes lit up, and from the look of what his face is showing, I think he's over getting pissed.

I sit down on the seat, hearing the door close.

"Hi"

"I thought you had nothing to wear."

"I found some stuff that will only last for a week's worth of outfits; I would have needed to go sooner or later."

"You look"

"Good, I know."

"Not the word I was going to use; sei bellissima, la ragazza più carina che ho e che guarder solo."

"Last time I checked, I am not Italian, so you will have to translate that."

He smirks, looking away from me and at the view.

"I said you took too long getting dressed, and next time I will not go shopping with you."

"And never say anything in Italian; you know I don't speak the language."

"What do you speak then?"

"Spanish"

"Say something for me."

Oh, look at that; we're here; I hope you have enough on your credit card."

"I'm not using a normal credit card, baby."

"What, so a debit? Visa?"

"Black card"

"Oh, are you sure that will cover everything? I mean, I do spend a lot"

"I can handle it."

The door opened on both sides, with butlers standing outside holding open the limousine door."

I walk out of the parking lot and Chase, following right behind.

I found my first store, Louis Vuitton.

I hope this guy has the money he thinks he has.

I go around, and fuck, these things are expensive.

He doesn't seem bothered in any way.

A lady escorts me to a room with all my clothes.

These clothes are pretty and so soft.

I grab my things and go to the checkout.

"Just these, please."

The lady gave me a look, looking back at the guy behind me, Charles.

"How would you like to be paid?"

"Mastercard," Charles says behind me.

The lady sees the card he's using, and her eyes widen. What is the deal with that card?

He grabs the bags, leading me outside.

"Why was the lady shocked you had that card?"

"It's a pretty rare card."

"Rare you say, how rare?"

"Only billionaires get offered it."

"Fuck," I whisper under my breath.

"Anything you want to tell me."

"I'm not finished shopping," I say.

I'm so bored; I don't want to be inside these stores. I want him to be inside me.

I take this as an opportunity to make him embarrassed.

"Follow me," I say.

I lead the way to a very special store.

Victoria Secret.

I can tell by the way his steps stopped that he finally realized.

"I'll stay outside."

No, you can come in; why not?"

He says nothing and just walks in.

I see as his face moves around, quickly dropping to the floor.

I walk up to the set—barley and fabric—all strings of fabric.

I pick up the piece, find some other underwear and bra sets, and head to the changing rooms.

"I'll stay here; tell me if you need anything."

"No, no, I might need some help; I'd rather have you inside the changing rooms."

His eyes widen as he follows the directions into my fitting room.

I grab the string lingerie.

I start peeling off my clothes, unbuttoning my parents slowly, and removing my top and bra at the same time.

I quickly get out of my underwear, moving into the piece.

I would think he would leave, even look away, but no.

His eyes are all on me, checking out my ass, tits, and body.

I put my legs through the string set, having trouble figuring out where my hands were meant to go through which string.

"Some help, please."

He chokes for a second before standing up and moving towards me.

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