THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 20: SHOPPERS

Chapter 20: SHOPPERS

The sound sent a vibration between his thighs, making him pause for a moment. Closing his eyes, he searched for a little bit of control. He couldn’t believe the girl who he was absolutely certain he couldn’t be attracted to, had sent wavelengths below his abdomen.

Finding a bit of strength and composure, he bit her love again. She quickly bit her lip before another embarrassing moan could come out.

"What’s happening to me?" She pondered in her heart, feeling a sizzle in core parts of her body.

He chuckled, when he felt her stiffen, and stepped back. Just like last night, her eyes shot up questioningly.

"I have to be at work," he simply said, as he grabbed his briefcase he had tossed to the ground when he got the reckless idea of testing her limits.

In hindsight, he had acted cruel, maybe even foolish. But he got a much needed answer that soothed his ego. His darling wife, with bright eyes, and scorching hair, was indeed responsive to his touch.

"Ha–have a great day," she stumbled through her words, her heart still thumping against her chest.

He didn’t respond with words, but nodded to acknowledge her wishes. As he stepped out of the house, she stumbled back, and fell into a chair.

"What the hell just happened?" She muttered to herself, clutching invisible pearls.

Her body was still on fire. Her nipples beneath her gown were hardened. Her core throbbed. Her mouth was drier than Sahara, and all of a sudden, she was thirsty.

Abruptly, she jumped to her feet, going in search of water. As she took a step forward, a head pushed through the corners of the right side of the room, their body quickly following after.

"Mrs Fay?" Marilyn’s mouth opened when she saw Fay storming forward.

Fay stopped on her heels, when she saw the woman that was supposed to take her shopping. "I need water please," she blurted out, with a desperation in her demeanor.

Swiftly, Marilyn turned around, and walked back the path she just appeared from. Fay followed behind her, trying to learn the paths, in case she needed to get something for herself.

The door after was the kitchen, and as she pushed through, she held on to her fascination for a moment.

"Here you go," Marilyn said, as she turned around with a bottle of water in one hand, and a glass in another.

"I don’t need the glass," Fay responded, grabbing the bottle. She chugged it down her throat, until there was nothing left. When her head came down with the empty bottle, and she pulled it off her mouth, she let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much. I’m sorry for being so commanding earlier. I just really needed to drink some water," she apologized sincerely.

"Are you kidding me, Mrs? You practically own this house, and everyone in it. We’re all at your service. Never feel shy to make an order," she advised with a respectful smile on her face.

It only made her feel sadder. She wasn’t fully prepared to cross over from servant to whatever this role was supposed to be. But it was inevitable, and she knew she had to at least try.

"Thanks for your advice Marilyn. But it’d be nice if you could at least call me Fay. It’s more comfortable."

"I don’t think it’s possible, ma’am. I don’t want to get in trouble with Mr."

Her mind went to Ace, and she felt flustered all over. The fact that even his staff were dead scared of him gave her shivers, but her body wanted to multitask. It wanted to fear him, but still welcome the feelings he arose in her, everytime his hands touched her. Everytime he does the thing where he drags her into his body, and wraps her hand around his neck. Where he kissed her torturously, only to pull back when she fully clings to him.

It was madness. A taunting tease. But glorious. Bringing forth new discovery of the woman she was, behind the scared little girl. Afraid of the world. Afraid of her family. Afraid of his family, and very much terrified of him.

"I’m also not comfortable with the titles. Could you please understand? I don’t come from a world like this. It can get pretty overwhelming, pretty fast," she said. When Marilyn didn’t immediately respond, she feared she may have said too much.

Did Ace tell them she was from a rich family? He couldn’t be that stupid, after all, she didn’t even look like one.

"I’ll try my best," she finally said, calming her rising apprehension.

"Thank you." She smiled.

"On a lighter note, you’d be going shopping today. Are you excited?" She clasped, and cheesed, all traces of the woman who wanted to stick to social rules of engagement, suddenly disappearing.

"I am!" She said, her face turning crimson.

She had remembered Ace’s words. He wanted her to buy thongs. She was used to wearing normal underwear, but if he liked it, she’d do it. What she wanted the most was to please him. Aside from the craziness, he had come into the restaurant, and saved her. Saved her from the man she loved above all, who ended up a colossal disappointment. Also saved her from her family, who would pretty much have kicked her out, if she returned that night without a job; which considering how the night was going, definitely would have happened.

"Before anyone gets excited, it’s time for breakfast," chef Alice said, strolling into the room.

"Chef Alice!" Fay bounced from toe to toe, welcoming her.

"Good morning Mrs Fay. You look rather lovely today."

"She always looks beautiful," Marilyn added, a precious glint in her eyes.

"You two are so nice to me, but chef, I’d tell you the same thing I said to Marilyn. You can’t call me Mrs. It has to be Fay. Common, try it. F-a-y," she stressed.

Both women gave themselves a look, hesitant to do as she had said.

"Common guys. Please?" She pouted.

"Fine," Marilyn said.

"Alright," the chef supported.

Together, they called her name. "Fay."

"Excellent! I’d like to eat now please?" Her mouth widened, cheesing hard.

Chef Alice chuckled. "I told you she loves food," she directed at Marilyn, who joined in the laughter.

*****

Fay, sitting excitedly at the back of one of Ace’s black jeep, his driver Cam, was driving both her and Marilyn in, cuddled her knees, in hopes to hide her excitement.

"It’s so cozy right?" Marilyn whispered to her, feeling excited too.

"It’s beautiful!" She exclaimed in delight.

"I know. I’ve never been in such luxury before. Thanks to you, I get to experience this."

The car pulled into the parking lot of a clothing store, and stopped.

"I’ll be waiting to take you home when you’re done," Cam respectfully said, as he opened Fay’s side of the door.

"Thank you so much." She offered him a smile.

Marilyn stared awkwardly at the large building. After so many years without the desire to design a dress, she felt weird even going into a dress store. Like a traitor, who turned her back on her art, and never looked back.

"Hey, are you okay?" She heard a voice ask behind her.

Startled, she turned her head to see Fay, standing beside her. "It’s nothing," she lied.

"Then brighten up Ms Marilyn, and let’s go do some shopping!" She said, linking her hands into hers.

"Okay, sunshine." Marilyn laughed, as she was pulled forward by the gorgeous redhead.

They entered the store, and one of the store attendants was quickly there to welcome them in.

"Please come in, and make yourself comfortable. I’m Sasha, your attendant for the day. What would you like to shop for please?"

Fay’s eyes were everywhere. She didn’t hear one thing the attendant had said. Never in her life had she seen so many clothing items. Luxurious clothing items. The sections, and stalls were endless. From tops, dresses, pants, suits, jeans, to bags, shoes, jewelries and so many other things. It was a multipurpose store, but high end.

Suddenly, she feared for Ace’s card. She didn’t want to spend too much, in order not to seem entitled.

"Fay?" Marilyn nudged.

"Oh!" She jerked her head forward. "Sorry, what did you say?

"I asked what you wanted to shop for?"

"Everything!" She answered, despite her intent to not overspend.

"Okay Mrs Fay, right?"

"Yes. But just call me Fay please," she insisted.

"Alright Fay, come with me please."

She shivered with excitement, as the attendant escorted them into a dress department.

"I’ll allow you to shop whatever pieces you like. If you need any help, I’ll just be outside," she said, and with a professional smile, exited the room filled with dresses.

"Marilyn!" She called, almost breaking into a dance.

"You’re so excited, and it’s honestly addictive." She chuckled, so amused by the boss’s wife.

She was such a breath of fresh air. A rose in the middle of thorns. If she was even half as brave as she was, marrying into a family living far above her dreams, she probably wouldn’t be a servant today.

"Help me out Marilyn. It’s too much. I don’t know what to choose!" Fay said, her head turning round in circles.

Pulling herself out of her head, she stepped forward. "You should try on that dress first." She pointed at a long sundress, with thigh high slits.

She gasped. "Marilyn! It’s too revealing." Her mouth hung open.

"It’s summer soon Mrs Fay, trust me, this is what you’d be wearing to luncheons with your husband."

At the mention of Ace, she was immediately sold.