What it takes to be wanted

What it takes to be wanted - 13

As we walked into his apartment, I could never get over the fact that he, or whoever designed the apartment, did an amazing job with the interior.  From the outside it looked any old apartment but with the interior decorating it looked ten times better and very contemporary. 

Adrian’s arm was wrapped tightly around my waist and I was pressed closely against his body.  It seemed to me that he was trying to hold me so tight because he thought I was going to run away. 

“So what’s the surprise then?” I asked turning my chin to glance up at his face.  I could start to see some of his stubble appear from not shaving yet.  

“Close your eyes,” he whispered in my ear.  “And no peeking, because I know you like to do that.”

I shut my eyes as he led me further into the apartment.  He led me into his bedroom and I could tell by the smell.  It smelled deliciously like him and his unique cologne or body wash he used. 

“Okay you can open your eyes now.”

Opening them, I saw on the bed the most gorgeous floor length purple dress on the bed.  Sitting right next to the dress was a pair of Christian Louboutins which I had always wanted.  My eyes began to tear up because I really did not deserve any of this. 

“What’s wrong?” Adrian asked concerned. 

“Well,” I said through some sniffles.  “It’s well it’s just that you went through all of this trouble to get all of this for me and I feel that I really do not deserve it.  I feel like I am not worthy enough to receive all this attention.  These gifts too.  I wonder how much they cost you!”  

“Shhh!” He whispered holding a finger to my lips.  “You do totally deserve this.  You have done so much for me and I think I am the one who is undeserving.  I should be thankful to you for helping me out.  I do not know if you know but you actually helped me become a better person by you sticking with me.  You also make one pretty hot model too,” He responded growling into my ear. 

I moved closer into his arms again.  They seemed like they were made to have us fit within each other.  It felt so right and comforting like I could stay there forever (and this is no cliché type saying or feeling, it really felt like I could have been there with him until the world ended). 

“How could you afford all of this?”  I asked him in awe.  I guess he knew about my obsession with Marchesa and Christian Louboutin but I really only mentioned it once or twice to him.  Those were seriously my dream brands that I lusted for.  I knew I was not going to be able to afford those anytime in my lifetime, but how could he?  That left a huge question in my mind.  He was not that rich I did not think..  But then how could a starving artist afford an apartment at such a young age?

“It was nothing really.  You deserve this though,” he said smiling at me.  “Now try it on to see if it fits,” he told me in a commanding voice.  It was sexy and kind of turned me on when he talked like that to me. 

I ended up in a trance staring at him and must not have known until he cleared his throat.  “Are you just going to stare at me and not do anything then?  Because I at least want something in return if you keep staring like that I’m not something to be stared at for free,” he said sarcastically with a smirk on his face. 

“How do you want me to pay you back?” I asked.  Seriously, I was willing to pay him back however he wanted because this gift was just too much to ask from somebody. 

“Well I can start by doing this,” he said ending with a passionate kiss on my lips.  His mouth was eagerly feeding on my lips and his tongue was teasing my bottom lip enticing me to open for him, which I gladly obliged.  He tasted so good and I could not get enough.  I stopped to catch a breath.