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Matchweek Nineteen: Liverpool vs. Burnley.

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Chapter Nineteen

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I REMAIN FROZEN in my spot for a while, thinking of what to do. I do the most logical thing I can think of; I dart into the change room with Samara. She thankfully didn't look the door, but I do once I'm in there. I lean against the door and my eyes immediately find Samara's legs. She's already in the dress that I picked and she must have been arranging the straps. I can't help but trail my eyes up her sexy, smooth legs, coming to a stop at her round butt that's looks perfect in the dress.

And now I'm glad that she won't wear this dress in public. Only I should get to see this.

"What happened?" She asks, noticing the worried look on my face.

She maintains eye contact through the mirror on the wall tayt has lights hanging around it. I wrap my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder and making sure to rub my semi-hard on her butt. She let's out a soft moan, placing her hands over mine that are resting on her stomach.

"Its nothing, just that there's... uhm... a reporter out there." I mumble, but she hears me clearly and pulls away.

I groan but she turns to face with wide, panic stricken eyes. "What are we going to do?"

"Nothing." I state and her brows scrunch together. "We can't go out there together and if I go out it will only confirm their suspicions. We have to stay in here."

She nods. "But who do you think tipped them off?"

"I don't know for sure but I think it's that shop attendant." I tell her and my face scrunches in disgust.

"So we're stuck in here until they leave?" She clarifies.

I nod. "But look on the bright side. Your tits look good in this dress and we have an entire dressing room to ourselves." I suggest, wiggling my brows.

She gasps, slapping my arm. "No. Let me try on the other one. Turn around."

"I've already seen everything." I tell her, raising a brow and she blushes.

"I know but still."

I sigh, turning around. I can hear her shuffling out of the clothes and I'm tempted to turn around but that wouldn't be right, even though I've already seen the 'entire world.' I respect her too much to go against her privacy, even though I'm still in the room, but I can't necessarily leave.

"You can look." She tells me softly.

I turn around and am almost stunned by her beauty. The royal blue dress sits perfectly on her but I can tell by the look on her face that she doesn't really like it. I'm not going go tell her what dress she can and cannot wear, I just want her to be comfortable in it.

"I'll try the other one."

I turn around again and this time I feel myself getting frustrated. The thing is that I know she's prancing around the room naked behind me and I can't even look. I'm itching to take her on the wall in the room. I want to make her scream my name when she cums so that everyone in this shop, including that shop attendant, knows that she's mine. I turn around, maybe a little too early, to see her struggling with the zip. I fold my arms over my chest, watching her try and fail with a smirk.

"Trent." She whines childishly.

"Yes, Love?" I ask her teasingly.

"Don't just stand there and be a jerk. Help me... please." She pouts, giving me those cute puppy dog eyes.