I walked around the clothing store the following day looking for clothes that'd fit Chike. Being a celebrity stylist made me a guru at guessing people's measurement so I knew the exact length of trousers that'd fit him. The store had some decent buttoned down shirts so I picked a few because Chike never wore them. I couldn't wait to see him in those as I was sure he wouldn't mind owning a few.
When I saw a pair of black Chinos pants, I fell in love instantly and removed it from its hanger. Ties were to my left but I ignored them since I couldn't picture Chike wearing one. I had quite a pile on the bench and I carried it to the cashier who praised my choices before bagging them. I hailed a yellow cab and left for Chike's house since my car was at the mechanic's for its routine check.
I was dragged in when the door opened and I couldn't help smiling at his impatience when he backed me up against the wall and kissed me senseless. Chike made me feel wanted and I liked him more for it because it was a feeling I was unused to.
"I've been waiting for you," he said against my neck.
I dropped the shopping bags to free my hands and they made a thud as they hit the floor.
"What's that?" Chike asked, momentarily distracted.
I beamed. "I got you clothes."
"What?" he asked laughing.
I got the bags and went towards the bed, dumping clothes on it. "Something different from your day to day wear," I started while spreading them on the bed. "You can wear these shirts with these pants and the collared shirt will go well on a pair of jeans, not a ripped one though," I jested.
I was so excited that I went on and on explaining how he could pair the clothes that I didn't notice my audience wasn't sharing in the excitement. When I suddenly stopped to look over at him, he was at a corner brooding.
"What? You don't like them?"
"They're stupid. Why would I want to be dressed like that?" he asked. He looked at them and looked away like he couldn't bear their sight.
His comment hurt more than I portrayed. "They're not stupid. I spent hours shopping for these."
"I didn't ask you to."
"Wow," I said stunned. What made it worse was how right he actually was, he really didn't ask me but he didn't have to because it was something I simply craved to do for him.
"Why would you get me clothes I didn't ask for, Jade?"
I sighed. "I was trying to help." Couldn't he see that? I sat on the floor and looked at him.
"This is not helping. This is manipulating," he stressed.
"How is it manipulating?" I stood from the floor and moved closer to him. I needed him to see my gesture for what it was.
"You know my style, I don't wear this shit. Chinos pants, for fuck's sake! Really? Think, Jade." He pointed his fingers to his head like I was a stupid child who couldn't understand simple maths.
"You're so fucking rude." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Who turned down free clothes? From a celebrity stylist at that.
"I don't want to go around looking like a fucking banker. I'm an artist and I dress how I feel. You of all people should know clothes are a form of expression and I completely don't feel this way. Whatever image you have in your head, erase it now."
"That's enough." I stuffed the clothes angrily into the bags and went towards the door. "I don't know why I even bothered, you're an ingrate."
"An ingrate for not wanting to look like one of the guys you'd rather be fucking."
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MR SENSUAL, MISS SASSY
Romance(COMPLETED) Jade Collins is in her mid thirties and doesn't know how much she needs to live carefreely until she meets Chike. Chike isn't the stereotypical bad boy but he doesn't look like he's interested in an emotional entanglement either. Fortun...