THE LOVE CONTRACT (ON HOLD!)

The love contract- TGIF or maybe not.

"I am not wearing that," I finalised as I eyed up the navy blue bodycon dress hung upon the door that Khalil had insisted me to wear. "Are you mental?" I scoffed, as it hit me once again.

"It was just a suggestion," he muttered impatiently.

"Suggestion my a-"

"I'd watch what I say if I were you," he interupted and sniggered, whilsts watching the shop assistant walk past us.

I groaned in frustration, "Is there anything decent in here?!" I snapped quietly.

I was overly annoyed at the fact that we had been at the same store for two hours, attempting to find decent outfits for my first day at work tomorrow.

"Can you just pick a damn outfit," Khalil retorted, sitting on the plump chair outside the changing room.

"Everything we've seen is either too short or too revealing," I said.

"At least try on one more,"

"Ugh, one more and we're leaving,"

"Whatever," he mumbled as I walked back into the changing facility. It had been five minutes of choosing until I was done.

"Are you alive in there?" he asked impatiently.

"Uh-huh,"

I rolled my eyes. Men.

I rummaged my way through a pile of purses, blazers and shirts until quickly slipping on black mid heels and stumbling out of the changing facility for the fourth time. I stood in an uncomfortable, awkward postition and waited patiently for his opinion.

With a blank face, he scanned the last outfit. Considering I had argued that I wouldn't be wearing anything revealing or showy, I wore a cream coloured chiffon blouse, a black blazer with matching skinny work pants and awfully painful mid heels (which I only gave into a few minutes ago).

"I actually like this one," I told him, satisfied with the outfit even though I didn't do smart clothes.

"This one's $235," the assistant interupted.

"We'll take it," he said to the woman dryly, before getting up from his seat.

"Wait, woahhh," I said. "It's kind of pricey for one outfit don't you think?"

As if on cue, the shop assistant excused herself from our presence.

"Stop worrying about the price," he said, frowning and folded his jacket over his arm.

"I'm not letting you buy it,"

"Stop fussing,"

"I still think it's too much," I muttered.

"Don't make me reconsider the job place,"

"You manipulative-"

He sighed. "Please can you go and get changed, we're taking it, it's final,"

I groaned out loud in frustration, "For God's sakes," I mumbled under my breath, recieving a bored look from him as I strolled back in to change. I had no energy to argue.

We paid for the items and got out of the store. As we made our way amongst the crowds of people in the busy mall, my stomach grumbled in hunger and I remembered I had foolishly forgotton to take a tablet before we arrived.

We headed to the parking lot and got into the car as he began to start it. I was reminded of his car this morning as it flooded back memories from weeks ago of how I came to meet this arrogant, bipolar jerk and chuckled quietly to myself at the reminder.