Taste of revenge

20

Chapter Twenty
Noelle

"A ren't you done?" he asks as I spot yet another store I want to check out.
"No. And you promised Cisco you'd accompany me everywhere," I
stick out my tongue at him, dragging him with me towards the store.
After the car ride, he's been brooding all day while keeping a small
distance from me. And as I'd taken him from store to store to try clothes on,
he'd tried to stay aloof and not engage in conversation with me.
A smile pulls at my lips as I realize that my plan might be working after
all. He obviously feels lust for me, no matter how much he'd like to pretend
it's not true. His body language doesn't lie. He's almost constantly trying to
adjust his erection in my presence. A blush envelops my cheeks at the
thought, because I've been watching him—specifically that part of him—a
little too closely.
But there's also his gaze that seems to become captivated by every bit of
bare skin I show—fact that only imbues me with more confidence for my
next step.
We go inside the store, and after picking a few items I motion him
towards the changing rooms, asking him to wait outside.
Every time I change into an albeit sexy outfit, I exit the changing room
and I ask for his feedback. Every time, though, he gives me a half-assed ok
as he looks sideways, barely glancing at me.
"Rafaelo!" I call him out when I see he's looking behind me instead of
at me.
"Didn't you get enough clothes? Let's pay and go home already," he
rolls his eyes at me, but still avoids my gaze.

"You're really boorish, you know," I shake my head at him, crossing my
arms over my chest.
I'd specifically gone for a latex dress that molds to my body in hopes of
getting a reaction. Well...maybe I should cut my losses since this doesn't
seem to work particularly well.
"And you look like a stripper," he snaps, finally glancing at me. "Where
the hell would you even wear that?" He asks, incensed.
Getting up, he comes closer to me, his nostrils flared as he peruses my
body.
"Go change and let's go. You're not getting that," he states resolutely, all
but shoving me inside the changing room.
"I am," I counter. "I happen to like it."
"You like looking like a stripper?" He raises a brow, his voice low and
dangerous.
His deep tone never fails to send a shiver down my back, his timbre
making my entire body erupt in goosebumps.
"What if I do? They get paid for it, you know?" I retort cheekily,
pushing him out before closing the door to the changing room and taking
the dress off.
I take a little more time to calm myself before I get out, noting that Raf's
in a sour mood as he taps his foot restlessly, looking at me as if he'd like
nothing more than to commit murder.
Pushing my chin up, I pass by him, ignoring his silent tantrum and
going to the till to pay.
He doesn't say anything as he follows closely. But the moment we are
out of the store, he snatches the bag from my hand, pivoting on his heel and
heading straight for the trash can.
His intention registers a little late.
"No," I run after him, making it just in time to see my bag of clothes hit
the bottom of the bin. "What's wrong with you?" I snap at him, my hands
balled into fists.
Bending, I don't care if he gets a full view of my ass as I try to retrieve
my shopping bag.
A masculine groan alerts me to the fact that he is in fact getting a full
view of my ass, and for a moment I have to wonder if he's staring at it.

Without even thinking, I wiggle my hips, making sure he gets a full show.
Grabbing the edge of the bag, I remain bent over the bin.
Some whistles resound from around me, and I belatedly realize that it's
not just Raf who's getting the show.
Damn!
I quickly get myself together, taking the bag and turning to see a Raf on
the brink of an apoplexy. The veins in his neck are prominent, pulsing right
under my gaze as he stares at me with anger in his eyes.
Another man stops a few feet away from me, his eyes on my ass as he
continues to whistle lasciviously and leer at me. Raf surprises me as he
turns swiftly, grabbing the man by the throat. A head shorter than Raf, it
looks like child play as he leans in to whisper something in his ear. The man
blanches, nodding repeatedly before Raf finally releases him, urging him to
run—which he does.
"What did you say to him?" I frown, but he doesn't even hear me.
Coming closer, I can see he is pissed. His steps are measured, his body
wound so tightly I'm surprised he didn't put the man in the hospital with all
the aggression that's rolling off him.
"Aren't you ashamed to behave like this?" he grits out.
"Like what?" I shrug, making to move past him.
"Like a fucking whore," he spits out, his eyes narrowed at me in distaste
as he catches my arm, holding me in place.
"What...?" My mouth drops open as I stare at him.
"First, you try to entice me to fuck you, and now, you're showing your
ass to anyone who walks by?"
"You didn't want it. Others may. Not my fault you have bad taste," I
smile sweetly at him.
His grip tightens on my upper arm as he jerks me towards him.
Tipping my head up, I find him gazing at me with an indecipherable
look on his face. There's a twitch in his cheek as he purses his lips,
seemingly trying to control himself.
"Don't force my hand, Noelle," he says in a strained tone.
"Or what? You're going to kill me? Oh, wait. You can't," I chuckle. "You
can't do anything, can you?" I flutter my lashes at him as I'm daring him to
do something.