P S Y C H E

Chapter Twenty Eight

Jaeden

First, she tries on a black mini dress. I like it. A lot.
It shows off her curves I have always loved on her.
"I like that one. It flatters your hips nicely. Turn around."
She giggles and gives me atwirl andI find myself smirking.
"That one for tonight." I then watch her smile and run her fingers down the dress. "I like it too. It makes me feel sexy." I nod. "Good because you look sexy." She blushes and smiles. She then corrects herself. "Get your hard off done somewhere else, Jaeden." I then watch as she struts into the dressing room.
She comes out in as white dress that poofy on the sleeves and I cringe. "Absolutely not." I tell her. She looks at me. "It does absolutely nothing for you babygirl. Stay away from bigger dresses. Again, your main components here are your hips." She looked disappointed but then nodded.
"You won't like the other one I chose then." I meet her gaze. "If it's anything like this, get rid of it. Find something that makes your waist appear smaller." She then would go back into the dressing room and tried the dress I gave to her. A long, velvet purple dress. That had a slit down the side of her right leg that came up to her hip.
I swear to god, I can feel my jaw drop and saliva come down. "How about this?" She asks me innocently. It definitely gave everything I intended for it too. "Turn around." She does. It's backless all the way down to the top of her ass. "This is your look." She turns to face me. "You think so?' She asks with a smile. "Absolutely. God I could take it off you right now."
She smiles. "Thank you." I meet her eyes. "You are one stunning woman, Mia." She looks at me and smiles. "Is this where I call you a pretty boy?" She laughs and I roll my eyes. "Take it off. Let's go get your hair done."
I pay for the dresses and some laced up heels she wanted as we then make our way towards the salon. I also told her to get her nails done. Acrylics specifically. I like the way they feel. Don't ask questions you don't want the answers too.
I give her one look. "How do you feel about going a bit darker? I love your natural hair color but darker suits your personality a lot more." She nods. "I have been wanting to for a while, I just can't afford it." That's fair. She wasn't allowed to have a lot when she was living in that shithole so, I can see where she was coming from. "Well, it's on me."
She smiles. "Thank you for all of it. You really didn't have too."
"Don't worry about it. You need tot ake care of yourself once in a while too. You're mature enough for that and we both know it." I kiss her cheek and she then tells the salon lady what she wants done with her hair.
I sat in the salon chair next to her until they closed but god the minute Mia looked at me with her makeup done, I had to adjust myself. "Well, what do you think? Is this better?" She asks me. "So much." Her hair is still long but now in jet black long layers and curtain bangs that frame her face oh so well. She looked like a women instead of a helpless little girl. "How much for the lip gloss?" I ask. I then purchase it for her.
I look at her nails that are medium sized french tips but instead of white, she of course chose black. I don't mind it though, it was sexy in my eyes.
Not so child like. I didn't see her as a child. I saw her as a young woman. Which she was. So, she deserved to be treated that way.
We made our way to the car and she looked at me. "Again, thank you. I know this was a lot and you have a lot of your own things and I'm so sorry I didn't come prepared, that's my fault." She looked down. Next thing I knew, my lips were on his. "Don't make me shut you up with a kiss every time you say sorry." She cringed. "Okay, got it." She giggled.
"You look so good, Mia. Own it. I could slip that dress off you right now." She decided to wear the longer dress to dinner. She said it was classier. I thought the opposite but, I think she would look better in just the makeup I had gotten her.
"That was the best kiss of my life." She said and smiled at me.
I then drove to the restaurant she had chose. It looked really good. It was French which is something I haven't tried yet. Surprisingly enough.
We go to a booth and she would just go on her phone before sliding it into her purse which I also bought for her. A black chanel. God, I spoiled the fuck out of her. However, she isn't my worst case. She was only fifteen-hundred. One time, a chick ran me thirty-seven-hundred. I went home and cried after that.
Any man would.
Her pussy wasn't even that good either so, I ghosted her after that.
Then the waiter came over and I see who it is..
Before I could say anything, Mia beats me to it. "Oh hey Aj, I didn't know you were working here tonight. I really need to get your number for situations like this."
He just laughs. "It's good to see you too Mia. You as well Jaeden." He just gives me that punk ass smile.
All I see is red.