Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
What did he mean I was the innocent one? And he kept saying that I didn’t do anything wrong in a way that implied somebody else did.
I don’t recall that he did anything wrong, but I was super drunk.
I remember him helping me get dressed and that’s it. Nothing inappropriate happened. Right?
My head hurts.
I suppose it doesn’t matter. Not really.
I decide to draw a line under it.
Chapter Fourteen
He’s not afraid to dress up.
Pax and I have been dating for just over two months, not really the longest time in the grand scheme of things but long enough for me to know that I absolutely adore him. He’s just amazing.
He’s so sweet and considerate. Excellent in bed.
Well… until now anyway. Right now he’s being a dick.
“Can’t you wear something a little more… revealing?” he asks, kissing my neck as I look at our reflection in the store mirror.
It’s Mr. C’s annual Christmas party this weekend, a great opportunity to network. Pax is going as my plus one and he’s looking forward to it.
“I want to be the envy of every single man in the room,” he whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“I don’t feel comfortable in revealing clothes. You know this.”
“I know, it doesn’t have to be super revealing, just sexy.”
I can’t hide the hurt I feel at his words. “I thought you wanted me to be whoever I am?”
“I’m hardly asking you to change,” he grumbles, pulling away from me. “I just want you to dress a little differently for once. Is that so bad?”
He traces a line from my ear to my shoulder, pulling down my stretchy T-shirt as he goes.
“What would you suggest?” I ask quietly. I can do this for him. It’s not a big deal.
He pulls me out of the store I chose and straight into a Saks. Basically it’s where rich people buy their Versace and Gucci and Armani… or whatever.
“You’re paying,” I say, blanching at the first price tag I come across.
“Anything you want,” he replies, hooking his arm around my neck and taking me straight to a section of cocktail dresses.
Most women would be thrilled at the prospect of a successful and very sexy guy spending his cash on clothes for them, but I’m not. Mainly because this feels like the start of something bad and not something good at all.
“Holy shit,” he mutters when I try on a two-piece, black lace top and skirt. It’s mostly see-through with black covering my more intimate parts. “You look… incredible.”
“I feel naked,” I say, frowning.
“You don’t look naked, I promise.” His hungry eyes eat my form and his hands slide down my bare arms. “Now all we need are heels and a sparkly necklace that just touches the top of your breasts.” His fingers trail the necklace design he has in his mind and he guides his erection into my rear. “Let’s get you some new underwear while we’re here too. I’ve seen everything you have already.”
The skirt gets caught under my foot when I try to move away from him. I’m being a bitch. He’s just trying to do a nice thing for me and I’m acting like a bitch.
“I love it,” I lie to appease him after seeing his smile falter.
“Good,” he whispers, touching his lips to mine. “Because I love you.”
My heart implodes, explodes, whatever, it just fills with so much joy.
“I love you too,” I respond automatically because I’m certain that I do.
“Then let me spoil you,” he breathes and picks me up with his arms around my waist.
I have never felt more uncomfortable in my life. At least I’m not overdressed though because every woman entering Mr. C’s huge home is in a fancy, red-carpet-ready outfit.
I have my hair done and curled over both shoulders, my makeup was professionally done because I’m hopeless, and I’m wearing a stunning diamond necklace that just tickles the dip where my breasts meet.
I feel out of place despite the fact I blend in better than I ever have.
“Stop fidgeting,” Pax whispers though his tone is light and happy. “You look fucking stunning. I’ll be the envy of every man at this party.”
I hold his arm as we nod at people we’ve never met and enter the huge home that I’m familiar with. I try not to bite my lips because of the dark red matte lipstick that has been professionally applied.
“Oh my God,” Mrs. Conti says, looking glamorous in a sparkling green dress as her brown eyes look me up and down. “Is that you, Rose?”
I start twisting my hands again, but Pax stops me and brings my hand to his lips.
“It certainly is, Mrs. Conti, isn’t she gorgeous?”
Mrs. Conti releases a nervous laugh, still eyeing me. “Who would have thought there was such a swan beneath those clothes.”
“Don’t,” I beg, fighting the urge to cover myself as Mr. C joins us near the entrance, laughing at something a man behind him has said. He hasn’t looked at me yet and I hope he never does. I don’t know what it is about him that has me wanting to shrink back even further into my old clothes. I’m terrified of him seeing me this way again.