Zariah Reid, a 20-year-old dropout, spends her entire life caring for her nephew, whom her older sister abandoned when she upped and vanished.
Giovanni Costa is a cunning, cold, and brutal man who has spent his entire life working for the infamous m...
For the past hour every store we walk in, all of a sudden everyone leaves immediately. I was starting to get annoyed. And then on top of that he kept making me twirl and shit.
We're now in Prada which I declined multiple times until he threatened to throw me over his shoulder. I walk out exiting the dress room. AGAIN.
"What about this one?" I say with an immense amount of attitude since I swore this was like the 16th dress I've tried on. Apparently none of them matched his suit.
"You look beautiful." Is all he says and I squint my eyes out of annoyance.
"Giovanni you've said that and all the other adjectives in the world, but then you tell me we can find better. So give me a yes or a no." He starts to chuckle like some maniac.
"Because no word captures your beauty mi amore." I roll my eyes knowing it was a no and turn back towards the dressing room. I return with a green dress on, I loved it but didn't know if he would since there was no indication given about his suit colour.
It was a dark emerald green with a bunched neck line and waistline, there were jewels in three different sections and a high spilt all the way up my thigh almost enough to expose all of my underwear.
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"Yes."
"YES!" I yell back to his very monotone response.
"Yes my love. This is the one, you look phenomenal and it matches perfectly with my suit and your personality." He says getting up and walking towards me. I look behind him to a sleeping Tino who had fallen asleep around the 5th dress.
"Finally let's go." I say tapping his arm and running back to the dressing room to get changed. I struggle with the back of the dress since apparently I can zip myself up, but not down. I take a small break because my arms started to hurt, I reach back to try again, but a pair of cold hands overlap mine removing them gently. The cold medal from the zipper being lowered slowly cascade the length of my spine. I stand still waiting to see the outcome of the situation, but his movements halt as well.
"Thank you." I whisper quietly since I realized it stopped because he was finished helping me. But he remains standing in silence. I turn to face him out of more curiosity than lust which was quite evident in the room.
"Since the moment you opened this pretty mouth of yours and told me your name and shined that heart wrenching smile at me I knew you had to be mine. When I tasted those lips that sent me into my seventh heaven and that smell that wraps around my head making me lose all my senses. You have me in a hold and you don't even realize it." He ran his thumbs over my lip while cradling my face in the palm of his hands inching closer with each sentenced he spoke. His eyes never left my mouth and each new breath was exhaled with less control and more lust.
His hands drop from face and outline my chest. With just the slightest touch of his fingertips the dress that had been unzipped falls to the ground creating a puddle of material wrapped around my ankles. I stood there paralyzed by intrigue in nothing, but my bra, underwear and two strings of waist beads that constantly dawned on my stomach. The two feet once stuck together is now apart as he removes his warmth to take a better view. Eyes analyzing each part. The once space in between closed once more.
His lips now covered in his saliva and brushing over my collarbone.
"Every inch of you is worth worshiping and to be showed, analyzed and celebrated. To show you off as mine is an honour." He scatters the sentence kissing different parts of my body between each word.
The softness of the lips peppering my skin made me forget the position they were in. Just above the top of my underwear he released his breath causing my eyes that seem to have fluttered close to spring back open.
"Stop Giovanni. Get off your knees, we shouldn't have sex in this dressing room. No scratch that we're not having sex in here." I quickly try to pry his lowered body off the ground. I would be lying if seeing a man with such an intimidating and powerful presence compliantly kneeling before me didn't form butterflies in my stomach and a puddle between my legs.
"Of course not. I'm a horny man, but I'm even more of a jealous and selfish one. I can't have my men and the people outside of the store hearing your beautiful moans. Those are mine and mine alone to hear and revel in." Finally removing himself from the floor and back to hovering.
"But I would get dressed before I change my mind." And with that he took his leave.
The feeling of being around him; felt as if my chest was caving in from the lack of oxygen and blood flow being released, mind and a emotion muddled creating a mixture of willingness and desire, no sense of consciousness detected. I attempted to beat the notion of escaping into my mind, but this is overtaking the true focus of this situation.
I need to distance myself, if I don't soon I will fall into the never ending trap of this life. Not knowing the whole story of either of them is the most unsettling factor. My decisions affect more than my life and currently I've been behaving selfishly.
After I complete my duties as his date then I will begin to put things into motion. I can't keep letting this happen and I need to remember my role.
I am woman of course with needs and desires, but I am a mother first.
