Until There Was You

Lexi

Chapter 11

*Lexi*

I am sat in a sleek black sports car, next to a beautiful man taking me to but new clothes. I have to pinch myself to check if this is real. However the fact I am dressed in a large grey t-shirt and large grey sweats, that are rolled up at the waist and the ankles revealing Liam's white socks and no shoes, i am sure that yep this is real.

'What are you thinking so hard about? Liam teases, grabbing my hand and kiss it.

'How I must be dreaming and any minute now I am going to wake up alone, in my own bed, upset that I only dreamt you up.' I reveal my voice breaking.

'You will never wake up in that bed ever again, I promise you. If you dreamt me up then your a very dirty girl Miss Cross.' He chuckles trying to lighten the mood as I blush thinking about last night.

As well pull up outside a very fancy and expensive looking boutique, I feel uneasiness settle like a rock in the pit of my stomach. I don't belong here, I know it and so will they.

We get out and Liam's phone rings, he signals for me to go ahead. He will be one minute he gestures with a confident smile. Great, I take a deep cleansing breath and open the heavy glass door to step inside. I immediately spot a stunning cream, off the shoulder chunky knitted sweater on the manikin.

'Can I help you miss?' A snotty voice comes from behind me as I stand there in awe of all the beautiful clothes. I turn towards the voice, I am met with a middle aged man. He is tall and skinny with a pointy nose, he eyes me in disgust looking me up and down.

'Ermm.........That would be wonderful thank you, though I just need to wait for my.......Boyfriend?' I try not to let my nerves so but he is so intimidating with his icy glare.

 'To be quite honest Miss, forgive me but our clothes seem a little out of your.....well taste.' He states not looking sorry at all as the other two ladies shopping giggle. I put my head down ashamed, how could I argue he was right. I probably could't afford a carrier bag from this place. I was just about to nod and leave when I heard the unmistakable, sexy deep tone of my Liam. Wait when did he become my Liam? I hope he doesn't mind I called him my boyfriend.

'Does that apply to myself also?' He asks in his no nonsense clipped tone. The sales man and the two women stare at him in shock but the salesman recovers quickly, brushing past me to get to Liam. He still hasn't figured it out yet. What an idiot! Why would he think you were with that god of a man my mind taunts.

'Mr Coltan, what a pleasure. My name is Harold, how can i assist you today?' Wow someone can smell money, I wonder how he knows Liam?

'Alexis sweetheart.' He holds out his hand to me and I oblige without hesitation, grateful for the comfort his touch will give me.

'Now Henry, if you are quite sure you have nothing that would suit her I must say I am deeply disappointed.' I know he knows his name is Harold and I also know that his is well aware that was not what Harold meant. However I am surprised to realize he heard that although I hid it well, unlike the man before us who looks like he is going to be physically sick any minute.

'Alexis shall we?' He gestures towards the door, smugly.

'Mr Coltan I think maybe I could find something for Miss Alexis, come to think about it.....'

'I thought you had nothing to her taste or was that not in fact what you were implying?' He cut him off, hmm he is sexy when rattled and not at me. I press my body closer to his.

'Sir you must please understand, you see.' He clears his throat again, I am going to guess its a nervous thing as he keeps doing it. 'I well.....you must understand I...' God the man is physically sweating under Liams stare. 'Miss Alexis, please except my deepest apologizes.' He whispers to me nearly crying. Jeez who the hell is Liam.

'It's okay, I guess. I mutter embarrassed for him, the two ladies still in shock.

'Please follow me and I will personally assist you, if you would like?' He looks so desperate to redeem himself, how can't refuse.

'That would be nice Henry. We need everything and anything Miss Alexis desires, am I understood?' Harold nods before he even asks.

Two whole hours later and more money than I could ever imagine we finally leave the store, hand in hand as Harold loads the car. I couldn't believe how nice I look in my cream, chunky knit sweater, black skinny jeans with matching knee high black boots that came with matching handbag. Like I need a handbag, I have nothing to put in it yet apparently I needed a lot of them. I am so pleased though I can't stop smiling.

'Hair and make up or Lunch next?' He questions smiling down at me.

'No more Liam, you have spent more on me that anyone in my entire life. I am grateful don't get me wrong but I feel like i am taking advantage, like your Mother is right about me.' Like a whore I wanted to add but thought better of it after last time.

'Lexi baby I can more than afford it.'

'Just because you can doesn't make it right.' I cut him off, standing my ground.

'What isn't right is you standing here in the street arguing with me' he argues ' when all I want to do is make you smile.'

'You don't have to spend money to make me smile.' I fire back, a little insulted he would think that.

'Is it so wrong that I want to?' he mumbles sadly. 'Did you not just call me your boyfriend in there?' Shit how did he even here that? I don't answer, I don't know how to answer. Is he mad I called him that in front of people?

'Is this not what boyfriends do?' I am shocked and I am positive my face shows it.

'You don't mind I called you that to them?' I tilt my head to the side trying to suss him out.

'I would mind more if you didn't.' He laughs 'Now girlfriend don't argue with your man.' He kisses me quickly on the lips and I can't help but giggle at his playful attitude ad the fact he called me his girlfriend. I love this mood he is in so I go along with it happily. Who wouldn't?

It was a wonderful day, I can't believe how different I look. My once dirty blonde hair is now light honey coloured, cut nice with soft layers and a neat side fringe. I got make up that covers my bruises and more that highlights my cheek bones. My lashes are long and black fanning my eyes that are twinkling brightly, my lips look full and soft pink. I am wearing a soft dusty pink cocktail dress that reaches just above my knees and shows a little teaser of cleavage. I have on matching heels that have a 4 inch heel and silk ribbons that lace up around my calves.

I feel like a movie star yet deep inside the broken girl I truly am hides in fear of the dinner I am dress up this nice for. Liam's Mother already hates me, like what I am wearing is going to change that. I shake my head, lowering it in disappointment, soft curls bouncing in my face. Its now or never.

'Lexi are you ready babe?' Liam shouts nearing the bedroom. He stops at the doorway, his jaw hanging down.

'Wow........you look just wow.' He clears his throat.

'So do you.' I reply nervously and god does he. He is wearing a slate grey suit that matches his eyes with a black shirt and tie, I have seen him in a shirt before but it still takes my breath away.

'Ready to leave?' He asks and I can only nod, to busy drooling over him.

Bring it on, I think to myself.