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"Because we're not going to college, Butterfly," he said, turning his head toward me with a smirk. I widened my eyes at his statement.

Rhys tightened his grip on the steering wheel and increased the speed. I grabbed the safety belt tightly and closed my eyes. I could hear Rhys chuckling from time to time, and I was sure the reason was me.

The car returned to its normal speed. I didn't let my eyes wander, just staring at him as he had ordered.

I didn't know where we were going, and I didn't dare to ask him.

The roads were crowded with people in work attire, some out for a morning walk, and others like us in uniforms.

The car stopped, and I looked at the large building on my right side.

A mall.

I looked back at Rhys, whose left eyebrow was arched, his eyes fixed on mine.

He gave me a creepy smile and got out of the car. I placed my hand on the door to unlock it when he did so.

I quickly backed away and clenched my dress. He bent down and looked into my eyes before offering me his hand.

I looked at him with a frown on my forehead in confusion when he said, "Let's go, Butterfly."

I nodded slowly and placed my hand in his, walking out from the car.

He took me inside the mall, heading toward the clothing section. I was bewildered; my mind couldn't even conclude why we were there. His hand kept dragging me here and there, and I let him lead.

Stopping in front of one hanger, he picked out a soft pink shirt and white pants.

"Wait here," he said, and I whispered a small "yes" before he walked inside the dressing room. I stood in the middle of nowhere.

Then the door opened, and his hand was the only thing that came out.

"Get me one in a bigger size," he said. I grabbed the shirt, clutching my bag strap. I walked around the same corner.

There were so many options, but not the same one in a different size. I let out a small sigh and grabbed the soft blue one.

Going back, I knocked on the door. His hand again came back, but this time along with his upper naked chest. I quickly turned my head to the side and closed my eyes.

I waited for him to take it, but when he didn't, I slowly turned my head and opened my eyes just to see him smirking.

"Here," before I could even collect my words, his hand grabbed mine, which was holding the shirt, and pulled me inside.

I tried to shout, but his palm quickly covered my mouth. My eyes widened, and his dark ones just stared at me.

"Don't you dare shout," he warned, and I blinked twice. Slowly he put his hand away from me. I stood there trembling, my eyes darting at only his face, not daring to look down.

He rested his back against the glass in front and stared at me from head to toe, making me feel conscious about myself. My hands reached the corners of my sleeves, grabbing them tightly with my fists.

My lips trembled to say something, but I didn't know what to say.

He just kept staring at me, and then he suddenly pulled his shirt from my fist, putting it on but without buttoning it.

He started taking steps closer to me, and I kept stepping back until my back was pressed against the locked door.

One of his arms caged me from the right side.

"R..h..ys," I whispered, shuddering, and he hummed.

He lowered his head and looked onto my face.

"Look up," he said in a raspy voice, and I squirmed in my place uncomfortably.

"Pl..ease," I said.

"Look up, Butterfly. I don't have patience," he said sternly this time, and I quickly looked up, meeting his dark gaze.

Minutes passed, and I just stood there looking at him while his eyes appeared lost.

"Rh..ys," I whispered, and suddenly his other hand tightly grabbed my t-shirt from below, pulling it toward him along with me until I landed against his chest.

"You are beautiful," he whispered, taking a deep breath on my neck. I quickly took a step back, turning my back to him. I tried to breathe, but the only thing I was inhaling was his cologne.

He came near me again, just standing behind, so close, and then he lowered his head until his mouth reached my ear.

"Go, Butterfly," he whispered, unlocking the door, and I was pushed outside.

I quickly looked around to see if anyone had seen me, but no, even the staff wasn't present there now.

Within a few seconds, I heard the click of the door opening, and he came out, tossing the shirt he wore inside into my hands.

"Let's go," he said, and I nodded, following him. But he stopped after a few steps and said, "Give me your hand." I gulped and placed my right hand in his left, walking toward the girls' section. I knew this time what he wanted to do.

We stood again in front of the hangers, and this time his right hand held a dress for me.

"Go and change in two minutes, Butterfly," he demanded, and I gulped before letting out, "I can't."

"And why is that?" he asked, arching his eyebrow as his expression changed to blank.

"I... I..." I kept stuttering, and then suddenly he made his voice louder.

"WHY?" Making me flinch.

"I... I... am not wearing a b-r-a," I said, looking down and biting my lips in embarrassment while he stood there still.

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