𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 ✮ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 ✗ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

It isn't right, but I wish it was

I open my eyes to the sun peeking through my curtains, letting me know that I should wake up and get ready for the day.
Taking my phone from the bedside table, screen flashing brightly into my eyes as I was surfing through my notifications, stumbling across a message from an unknown number.

Intrigued, I opened the Imessage app.
"Get up and get ready, we have an event to go to." was written in the message and straight away I knew who it was from, wondering how he got my number I texted back.

"How'd you get my number?"

"That's not important rn, you have to get ready, I'll be there in 30."

In disbelief I jump out of my bed and start rummaging through my closet looking for something okay to wear. Starting to think "It's not a even a real relationship, I should just wear something casual." Putting on a white crop top with low-waisted bootcut jeans, throwing on a long leather jacket, some shades with stars and black platform shoes.

Making my way to the bathroom to put some light makeup on, applying some perfume inducing a sweet and pleasant aroma and using some jewellery to enhance the look.

"That should be all." I said to myself before grabbing my phone and keys, walking out the apartment door.

*****

Exiting the apartment complex, on my right was parked a rather expensive vehicle. A black porsche 911 turbo s if I provide further detail.

Walking towards the car, the guy behind the wheel rolled down his window, opening his mouth "What are you wearing?!" a shocked expression displaying on his face. "Clothes?" I clapped back at him. "Yeah no, this won't work. Hop in, we have to make a stop at the mall." Confused I hopped onto the passenger seat, him immediately starting the car and speeding towards the mall.

"Whoa, can you slow down a bit. I haven't even buckled up yet. " I said, raising my tone of voice a little.  "Pfft. Who even uses those anymore? Life is all about taking risks." Frustrated at him, i spoke back "Non-suicidal people maybe?!" " Yeah okay, whatever sweetheart." He said unfazed. My face flushed a light pink.

*****

Strolling around the mall, going through shops one by one trying on dresses. "My legs are killing me, can we stop for now?" I said resting on one of the benches lying around the hallway. "Already? I thought girls love shopping." He spoke back. "I buy new clothes like twice a year, I don't get the point of always wasting money on random stuff that I'll probably never wear, collecting dust in my closet." I remarked, with a disgusted expression on my face. "Well, we don't have much time left, so get up." He mentioned.

After about 10 shops, we found a luxurious shop with tailored dresses, costing at least one kidney. "Try this one, I think it compliments your skin tone well." He said, leaving an impression he knows exactly what he's talking about. "You sure? My budget would never allow that." "Just go and try it on, I'm sure it'll fit you perfect." "Yeah okay, whatever".

A few minutes pass and I walk out the dressing room. Bill's eyes widened in awe as he beheld his girlfriend or well fake girlfriend, her silhouette accentuated by a stunning dress, leaving him utterly captivated. Trying to hold back his amazement "This is the one." he spoke. The dress was a maroon red sophisticated cocktail dress. Before I could take out my card and pay for it, Bill had already swiped his card through the cash register, leaving my jaw almost dropped to the floor at that grand gesture. "So besides being dorky and perverted, you also have a gentleman in you?" I teased him a bit. "No, I just know how to treat a girl right." He said, raising one of his eyebrows, the sides of his lips curving into a flirty smug. "Alright, let's get going now."