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Mr. Tomlinson chose around twelve skirts for me. They all had around the same length. The skirts were either mini, or just above the knee, but they were all circle skirts. They fit me the best. The shirts... Well, we got fifteen tops for me.

Tania also brought us some kneesocks along, Mr. Tomlinson liked them and he bought them as well.

She mesured my chest and then my waist. Mr. Tomlinson turned out to be a very demanding customer. He had me try almost twenty five different sets of bras and panties. Don't ask how I beared to stand in front of him half naked because honestly, only god knew.

Mr. Tomlinson added ten bras and ten panties to our shopping basket. He was very particular. He knew exactly what he wanted.

Our next stop were the shoes. By now, Tania knew my wardrobe and Mr. Tomlinson's aim, so she showed us fifteen pairs of shoes that fit my skirts. Mr. Tomlinson ended up agreeing on seven pairs of shoes.

He told me which clothes to put on so that we could leave. He asked Tania to have all the items delivered to his home in less than an hour.

Mr. Tomlinson left the shop with less money than before. To be exact, he spent 10500£ on my wardrobe. I could not even fathom what that amount of money meant.

I made up excuses for it, thinking that he was only doing it to get his wife back and that the things would not really be mine in the end.

"Where are we going now?" I asked him. I was tired of being his designer puppet, but honestly, wearing expensive clothes and driving around in sports cars was better than the other things I thought he would do to me.

"You are an eager girl, Pearl Belle. We are going to buy you a few beauty products so that your beauty can get enhanced," he answered me.

"But Mr. Tomlinson... I... I have never worn any make-up. I feel negative about it. I will look like a clown. I can't do it on my own," I confessed to him.

He chuckled, "We will get you the products, like cream, razor, toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo, face lotion etc. The lady at the shop will give you a nice make-up treatment and then after we are done with our little photoshoot you can take it back off again."

He had a photoshoot planned? This day was getting weirder as it went.

The lady at the beauty shop did not personally know Mr. Tomlinson, but she had a suspicious look on her face. After she put make-up on my face and combed my hair at Mr. Tomlinson's wish, we left the shop and walked towards a crowded plaza.

Previously, Mr. Tomlinson had messaged somebody through his phone.

"Let's get some coffee, okay?" he said. I did not drink coffee so he bought me a hot chocolate. Surprisingly, he asked me whether I liked it sweet and when I nodded yes, he tenderly added sugar to my cup.

When we exited the coffee shop, he put his arm around my waist. "I know all of this is new to you. Just play along. You can do it. Smile. Act as if you are enjoying this."

"Mr. Tomlinson, please..." He shushed me.

"We are ready for our close-up. Do you see those men with the cameras back there?" He pointed to the other side of the plaza. "They are no tourists. They are my paparazzi and we will give them a little show."

At first, Mr. Tomlinson just stood there with his coffee in one hand and the other hand grabbing my hand. Then he pulled me closer. He whispered things into my ear, directing me, telling me how to act and when to sip on my hot chocolate.

The men with the cameras noticed us.

Then Mr. Tomlinson kissed me, he took over my mouth and forcefully, made out with me in the middle of the plaza.

And he did not stop for a while.