22nd of December, 2012
After the Victoria Secret store incident, Anastasia and Kyrie went for a quick visit to Footlocker. Anastasia grabbed five pairs shoes before Kyrie could even count to ten. Kyrie just couldn't help but laugh at her. She was so.. perfect. After Anastasia got her sizes and Kyrie of course got one or two pairs of shoes to add to his already immaculate collection, the two headed to the rather large food court. Taco Bell was the first restaurant Anastasia saw. She tugged on Kyrie shirt, guiding him to the stall. "Don't get too much, I wanna take you out tonight.. uh if that is alright with you." Kyrie nervously asked. Anastasia just smiled and nodded her head. The two ordered their food and took their seats across from one another. Anastasia wasted no time eating her small taco. After a minute her taco was no where to be seen. A smile rested on Kyrie's face as he enjoyed the company that sat across from him. Kyrie could see that she was a very quite girl. She hadn't came out of her shell, yet anyways. After Kyrie had finished the two left the mall, struggling to carry all the bags and fit them into Kyrie's car.
Once they arrived back to Kyrie's house, the clock just struck three-thirty. Kyrie helped Anastasia carry her bags up to her room. "I'm gonna put my stuff away, so if you need me I'll be in my room which is two doors down on your right. Bye Anastasia." "Bye Kyrie. Thank you once again so so much." Kyrie smiled at her fragile frame before leaving her room. Anastasia organised her wardrobe with all the new branded clothing. Anastasia became very bored and decided to go find Kyrie. She followed his instructions and walk towards his bedroom. Black and white with gold detailing were the theme of his room. An open door led into his rather large closet full of the most luxurious clothing. A connected room led to his shoe collection, well some of his collection. Anastasia was staring at his collection when a deep voice echoed behind her causing her to jump. "Oh I'm sorry Anastasia, I didn't mean to scare you baby girl." Kyrie said as he tried to sooth her by rubbing the side of her arms. "I didn't mean to invade your private space, I was just looking for you and I got distracted b–" "Trust me your okay. I was just about to go look for you. Go get ready for dinner, okay? We are gonna leave in about an hour." Kyrie said as he looked at his diamond incrusted Rolex. Anastasia nodded her head as she scurried away from the situation.
As she returned to her room, she let out a loud sigh. She looked at her clock and saw it was four-thirty before quickly picking out an outfit. She chose a simple black dress. Nothing too fancy yet nothing too casual. The dress was tight and made her curves stand out. She decided to not do her makeup and instead leave her face bare. She then grabbed her TOMS before proceeding to the living room.
She waited for Kyrie as she quickly changed. Not long past and Anastasia heard the wooden floor on the stairs creek. A handsomely dressed Kyrie turned the corner to see her sitting on his couch. Kyrie also decided to go for a simple outfit. His black hoodie and grey jeans fit his body perfectly, Anastasia couldn't help but stare. Kyrie cleared his threat which broke Anastasia intense stare. "Lets go." He smiled. The two got into Kyrie's luxurious car and headed to this restaurant. The drive was about an hour long and nobody had said a word. Kyrie had his phone connected to the car blasting his favourite tunes.
Once the couple arrived to the restaurant, they were lead to a quite section at the back of the busy restaurant. Kyrie, being the gentleman that he is, pulled out the chair for her. Once they were seated a waiter immediately came to ask for their orders. "What can I get you sir." Said the waiter who looked like a Hollister model. "Can I please have the Lobster." Kyrie answered and then gave his attention back to her. The waiter looked at Anastasia, and then took a double take and smiled. "And for you? Miss." He said in gentle tone. "Can I please have the Steak?" "Of course anything for you." He smiled before going into the kitchen with their orders. Kyrie seemed agitated at this point. Anastasia couldn't understand why.
Hours passed by and yet the two kept the silence between them. Anastasia sat there with her hands on her lap and Kyrie stared at her, not knowing how to approach or even start the conversation. "How long have you been... um- I guess the word is Homeless?.." Kyrie asked quite awkwardly. Anastasia looked up from her hands to meet Kyrie's dark orbs and started to rub her nervously. "I honestly don't know.. I mean I haven't seen my family in four years." She said staring at their empty plates. "Four years?" Kyrie's jaw dropped. Anastasia simple nodded. "Do you miss them?" "Sometimes... but not often. I guess.. they were the reason I left in the first place. My momma had a drinking problem along with drug addiction and my father was an abusive husband and father.. he did terrible things to me and pushed my mom into insanity." She told Kyrie. A small tear escaped her eye when she thought of her fathers actions. Kyrie reached across the table and grabbed her hand. "I promise you, I won't hurt you." A small smile appeared on the young girls face.
When they returned to the millionaires mansion, Anastasia went to the room to get into her pyjamas. They were silk shorts and matching top. She ran down to the living room where Kyrie resided. "So what you wanna watch?" Anastasia asked. Kyrie glanced at her. He was at a lost for words. Her beauty was indescribable. Her skin colour was perfect to him, it looked soft and touchable. She sported a scar on the right side of her cheek, which gave her skin character. She had a natural glow... she was just beautiful. His thoughts were interrupted by Anastasia waving her hand in his face and soft giggles escaping her mouth. "Kyrieee!" She called trying to get his attention."oh sorry. I don't mind. I'm not picky." He said focusing back on the television.
How was he suppose to keep his hands of this girl he just met?...
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