The Chauffeur [Complete]

Chapter 17

"Please, please, please, plea-"

"Celeste, stop," he snapped in annoyance. "I'm not getting a fucking mani-pedi with you."

"Why not?" I whined.

I have been trying to convince Rade to go into the nail salon with me. Normally, I'd do these things with Andi. But she had another photoshoot and wouldn't be done until later on today.

"I don't want random ass people touching me."

I push my bottom lip out into a pout. "Please? For me?"

"No."

My shoulders slumped. "You're no fun," I whined, having no choice but to go into the salon alone. Rade didn't even want to wait inside.

An hour later, I was done. I'd decided on a blush pink color for my hands and toes, which I thanked my nail tech for because they looked amazing. Before leaving, I made sure to give her a tip.

Once I was back in the car, I showed Rade my nails. "You like?"

He didn't say anything. Just stared. I pulled my hand back, rolling my eyes. Here we go again with the silent treatment.

For the entire ride over to the mall, I played a game on my phone and hummed to the music on my playlist.

Rade didn't seem to be in the mood for conversation right now. When he gets like that, I don't bother him. He's more introverted than extroverted and really only talks when necessary. He's the complete opposite of me. I love to talk. I love to socialize and make friends. I've been that way for as long as I can remember.

The car was parked, and my door was opened. I thanked him because I would be an asshole if I didn't. He gave me a single head nod and followed me into the mall.

I was surprised by how minimal the crowd was today. Usually, the mall is so packed that you're having to dance around people just so you don't bump into them.

Throughout my shopping spree, I tried on a plethora of clothes and purchased even more. I was having so much fun, while Mr. Moody walked around with a frown on his face and several shopping bags in his hands.

I don't know how many stores we have gone into. Maybe four or five. Going into what may be the fifth or sixth store, I started picking out nearly everything in my size. I wasn't really looking for anything in particular. I just wanted to spend Sam's money.

By the time I had asked a worker for the fitting room, I had about eight to ten clothing items in my hands.

She happily unlocked one of the doors for me, eyeing Rade warily as he took a seat on the white lounging couch. Her cheeks flushed when he looked at her, and she scurried away.

Rolling my eyes because she wasn't the first woman who has gotten all flustered around my Chauffeur, I went into the fitting room to try on the clothes I'd picked out.

After about the ninth clothing item I tried on, there was a yes and a no pile created. I took off the blue halter top I had on and tossed that into the no pile, which was way bigger than my yes pile. I didn't like the way the top looked on me. Not that it wasn't cute. It just wasn't for me.

I pulled the last item off the hanger. It was a red dress that I thought would look great for a night out or date night.

I slipped the maxi dress on, immediately loving the flowy feel it had to it. And the ruffles adorning the dress starting from the right strap down to the slit on the left- that was my favorite part of the dress.

I was definitely getting this one.

As I was pulling the dress up and over my head, my hair somehow got caught on my earring, and I was stuck.