Snow and her Seven

Chapter 12- He Came into Your Apartment

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This chapter is dedicated to FrostBite. 

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Dresses. One of the most freeing yet horrible contraptions designed to encase and exude femininity in all its majestic forms; sexual, provocative dresses, elegant, refined dresses, cute, innocent dresses. Snow's mind was blown. 

Brutus's mind wasn't. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised at her apathy for clothes- but he was. She gravitated to the tracksuits or sweats in any store- looking at most dress stores with a kind of distaste that wrinkled her straight nose. 

"If you choose one, we'll stop by KFC on the way back" 

Snow's attention snapped to Brutus, a very interested smile on her face. "You mean, you'll buy me a bucket and then try to eat my chicken, when you very well know not to fucking touch it" 

Her voice was a hiss, alerting the staff near them but Brutus smirked. "You're hot as fuck when you're angry" 

Snow hid a smile with a fake yawn, turning to the racks of extremely expensive dresses. There were too many- way too many. But for the sake of Brutus, she palmed through them, sighing quietly as flashy dress after flashy dress passed. 

"Do you need any help?" A woman with the dullest face in the world said, her too big eyes flicking from Snow to the big man behind her. Snow frowned. Snow folded her arms, stepping in front of Brutus with a brow raised. 

"Are you talking to me or him?" 

The woman's eyes widened, even though they were already big enough, and she stepped back. "I was talking to you, Miss" 

Snow raked her with a less than impressed stare, black eyes cold and slightly annoyed. "He wouldn't give you second glance honey. Even if he didn't have me." 

A large hand came around Snow's waist, a hard torso pressing against her back. Brutus lowered his head into the crook of her neck then looked at the woman. 

"What's going on?" He murmured. Snow looked at the woman again- who was now positively shaking. Snow felt merciful- for once and shook her head, hand coming up and stroking Brutus' face. 

"Nothing. Nothing of worth anyway" 

Brutus smiled into her neck, kissing her just above her collarbone. The woman watched for a moment longer then hurried off, leaving the couple to their embrace. Snow relaxed into his hold, leaning back onto his solid chest. 

"This is taking more out of me than I thought. You owe me a milkshake" 

Brutus smirked, drawing her in for a long, tongue heavy kiss, pulling away and feeling more than unsatisfied but satisfied at the same time. 

Snow pulled out of his grasp and frowned. "I want that milkshake. And when you get back, I'll show you how to really use your tongue" 

Brutus needed no more motivation and went to get a milkshake for his woman- glaring at all the males in the store before leaving. It was no matter- everyone knew who Brutus Balthazar Clay was, they didn't need a reminder to not touch her. 

Plus- even though she was extremely good looking- the woman looked scarier than Brutus; in a coldly efficient, sharp way. And any woman who could bag Brutus into being exclusive was a force to be dealt with. 

Snow idled along the rack, spotting a scarlet dress in the depths of cloth and lace. She meandered over and pulled it out, a smile spreading over her face as soon as she saw it fully.