𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘆𝗕𝗼𝘅 𝑨𝑫𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 [2]

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡-𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐦

Holy fucking shit.

I don't know the amount of times I have said that in my mind; quite a lot, that's for sure.

Here we are again, inside a store, with my boyfriend roaming around as I awkwardly tailed behind him. Luxurious handbags and purses on display, some are covered in shining glittery stuff in which, by the store's concept, I can only assume were diamonds. Some are simple to the eyes, just plainly designed and decorated, but damn, it smelled like pure wealth. I can never get myself to touch them even with how many times Adam had urged me to; check them out and see what you'd like, he say with an unbothered tone, as if we are walking inside a thrift store where you can buy things with a dollar.

Rich ass people, I swear.

But who am I to complain, anyway? If anything, I am considered lucky as hell. With my cheap aura, I somehow made a rich as fuck person fall in love with me. His family owned the biggest company here in Seattle, and the business continue to strive higher.

But don't get me wrong, I did not agree to have a relationship because he has money. I caught feelings for him as well. Novel books mainly show rich people as arrogant and heartless - thus why I am quite suspicious when I first met him, but as time goes by, we got closer and I found out that he is quite the sugar. A gentlemen, so sweet and caring. Regardless of his high family backgrounds, he is a normal human being who knows how to love and take care of people around him.

My heart has been stolen. Wait, no. I willingly gave it to him.

But being a rich guy's boyfriend, means being his spoiled baby. Explains why we are here inside a Louis Vuitton store right now. I supposed one of his love languages is spoiling people he love with expensive gifts. I partially find it cute, but my never before buying nor seeing nor touching pricey as hell things ass is a little uncomfortable with this. I feel guilty; the things I gave him are nowhere near as expensive as those he gives me.

"But baby, it's okay. Your existence in my life is a gift with no price, and if it were to have a price, those expensive gifts I gave you combined, will never be as expensive as you."

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. I love him so much.

"Baby?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at him, a curious look on his face.

"Found anything you like yet?" he asks, a soft smile forming on his lips.

I frowned and gazed somewhere else, shaking my head slowly and hesitantly. I completely forgot that I was supposed to be looking for something I would somehow like. All of the bags here looked spectacular, I will not deny. Extremely eye-catching. So extravagant. But putting my sincere interest in them felt hard. Maybe because these stuff are not something I really am interested in.

I heard him sigh, and my stomach fell in worry and embarrassment. I'm afraid I might have upsetted him. He is over here willing to buy whatever expensive bag I might like, and then I'm here not paying attention at all. Nor is genuinely captivated to buy one.

"I'm sorry," I breathed out into the air after a minute of silence. Guilt rushed through me, and I just wanted myself to fade away this instant.

A pair of arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his body with his chin resting on top of my head. Planting small kisses on my hair. And all those worries I was feeling melted instantly.

"There is nothing to be sorry about, love. If anything, I should be the one apologizing here," he chuckles, "sorry for bringing you here. I think I just made you bored."

I turned around to face him, quickly reaching up to cup his soft mochi-like cheeks. "No, no. I'm just... maybe we just have different tastes, that's all. You like expensive stuff while they are not my cup of tea. But don't get me wrong, it's not like I do not appreciate nor like the gifts you have given me before. It's just... it's– it's hard to explain," I rambled.