"That's trash, you have horrible taste in clothes"he spoke in disgust at the shirt I was holding.
"You told me pick what I like"I scoffed.
He let out a laugh then rose his braws at me.
"You like that?"
I shrugged.
"Its cheap"I whispered.
He sighed, then grabbed my hand.
"Where?"
"We're going to a store more my taste, I can't have you picking out your own stuff, it's horrible, I'll barf" he spoke with such cringe it made me wanna smack him.
I don't know why, just wanted to.
He walked me to a bunch of designer stores, buying me a ton, then in the end.
I was the one holding everything.
"Alright, now Victoria's secret"he said and walked on.
"W-wait, I don't want to underwear shop with you"
He stopped and looked at me.
"Of course you don't, but don't worry, I'll not tease you about your granny panties"
my brows creased in confusion
"how do you know I'm wearing granny panties?"
he shrugs and turns to me with a smirk.
"your not denieing it"
soon we find ourselves on another store, Victoria's secret.
"bro, could we have atleast stopped by the car first? my arms are on the verge of commiting parlyzation"
he sighs and pulls out his phone.
"thats makes no since, but I'll txt my driver"
a sigh of releif slips thru my lips as I stare at the ground.
after a few seconds of staring, I find out I'm not the only someone staring at something, tho that something was me, and that someone was him.
his eyes burned into my side as if he were the sun.
my eyes then look at him, makeing eye contact. he still doesn't look away.
"what?"I ask with confusion.
his cheeks begin to turn pink, as tho someone slapped him with a select swoop of warming water colors.
"sorry, I was just wondering how someone could be so ugly"
wow, even tho the embarrassment is obvious, he still chooses his cocky route.
"well, I'll tell you one thing, it's not easy"I replied, going along with his cocky jokes.
a scoff cascades from his lips, a look of amusement and annoyance crouding the party of pinks on his face.
"yea, sounds difficult"
then the car pulled up infront of us, the driver getting out to grab my bags and help me pack them into the car.
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Mr.CEO J.HS
FanficI cant sleep again. I can never sleep. Especially because this is a bench. he's the CEO of a company, you? you live on the streets. how did those odds match up? ●○●○●○●○●○●○●