THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 22: COMPLICATED HEART

Chapter 22: COMPLICATED HEART

Fay had gotten into the hang of things, and couldn’t stop throwing clothes into her cart to save her life. By the time she finally arrived at the underwear section, she was completely spent.

Her feet ached, and her head throbbed, but none of these minor inconveniences compared to the glee she felt.

"You’re going to get underwear too?" Marilyn asked, as they made their way into the ’warm and cozy’ stall.

Fay paused, and turned to face the older woman. "Okay you can’t tell anybody this." She stretched out her pinkie, and waited for her to do the same. Marilyn was taken aback by the childishness at first, but then remembered she was dealing with someone who was so pure, and smiled. Projecting her own pinkie, they joined both fingers together.

"I won’t." She nodded her head reassuringly.

Fay looked to her left, and then to her right. When she found the coast was clear, she leaned forward, ready to expose her most recent secret. "Marilyn, I’ve been washing and wearing the same underwear since I arrived at the house. I didn’t find any in my closet," she confessed.

"Wow," Marilyn said, holding back her laughter. Fay had been brave enough to divulge something so personal, so she wasn’t going to be a bitch by laughing at her. "That’s okay baby. We’re going to change that right now." She dragged her into the stall, and they got to work.

"This is really cute." Marilyn raised a flowery pantie which looked like what a Christian teenage girl would wear.

Fay’s reaction was quick, as her eyes shone in delight. But those bright eyes went dim seconds later.

"What is it? You don’t like it?" Marilyn asked, her forehead creasing.

"Oh no, I really do like it. Unfortunately, I can’t have it."

"Why?" She asked, heavily confused.

"Uhmm, it’s just," Fay scratched her head, thinking of the perfect way to divulge Ace’s preference. "I like it, but Ace wants something different," she said, and quickly turned around to hide the blush on her cheeks.

Marilyn stifled a chuckle, as she tiptoed forward. Raising her legs up, she stretched her neck to Fay’s ear, and whispered, "What is his preference?"

Fay jolted, and swirled around. "Marilyn!" She called, goosebumps forming all over her body.

In response, she broke into a playful laugh. "Oh you need to see your face right now." She pointed as she laughed.

"But it’s not funny. I’m already so embarrassed" she whined, stamping her feet childishly.

"Oh child, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Your husband wants to see you in sexier things, and that’s okay."

"Really?" Fay raised a brow, still not completely free of shame.

"You know what? Let’s get you some g-strings or thongs like you younglings call it."

"Okay!" Fay clapped, and jumped.

"This would really look good on you. "Marilyn held out a thong.

"It’s all strings. What’s that supposed to cover?" Fay squinted.

"Yeah, you’re kinda right."

They both tried to dissect the mechanism of a three rope panties, as it twisted and turned in Marilyn’s hands.

"This is just a slip away from disgrace. I shall be passing on it." Fay gave up.

"But you never know until you try it. Maybe sir Ace would like it." Marilyn jiggled the panties in her face, throwing her multiple winks as she did.

"Mari—" Fay was screaming, when the stall slid open, and someone walked in.

"Yeah this is the first clothing store I found, and no, I don’t know the different designs of panties. Can’t I just pick out anything?" The intruder’s voice sounded frustrated.

Fay, and Marilyn watched him with his back turned to them, and his hand supporting the phone in his ears.

Inwardly, Marilyn whistled. He had a nice piece of ass, and they looked really good snugged in that jean he was putting on.

But just beside her, Fay couldn’t help but think she had heard that voice before.

"Looks I’ll get whatever I get. It’s bad enough I’m shopping for panties for you. Bye Leighton." He switched off the phone, and turned around. "Now what do we have he—-" his words trailed to a stop, as his gaze fell on Fay. His widened in recognition, and hers followed right after.

"It’s you!" They both said, and pointed at the same time.

"You two know each other?" Marilyn asked, totally impressed by the lady. If Ace was her husband, and now she knew this gorgeous scoop of man, she was basically a Thanos when it came to handsome men. Gathering them like infinite stones. Her heart surged with both envy, and respect.

"I met him the other day at that finger licking restaurant," Fay said.

"Yeah. You left me alone in the cold, and ran away. That hurt my fragile heart, you know?" He placed a hand on his chest, dramatizing fake hurt.

Fay chuckled. "You’re still so funny."

"And you’re just as gorgeous as ever," he said, staring intensely at her.

The temperature in the room rose a little, and Marilyn’s hand became an invincible fan for her body. She watched the stranger stare at her boss’s wife like she was the tastiest meal ever. If Ace Atticus was here right now, there was surely going to be a bloodbath. But since he wasn’t, it was up to her to stop this madness.

"Gentleman, if you don’t mind, we’d like to continue shopping." It hurt her having to speak to him so dismissively, but she had no choice. Regardless of his splendid face, and that accent of his, she was still loyal to Ace.

He blinked and let his gaze fall. "Yeah, sorry for intruding. But I’d like to know your name first. I already told you mine. Do you remember?" He asked.

"Alexander." She laughed.

"Yes!" He pumped a fist in the air. "I thought you wouldn’t because you were gone with the wind when I shouted at you."

"I did," she reassured him.

"Fantastic! Can I know yours now, gorgeous lady?"

Despite Marilyn’s presence and her conscience, she blushed. Maybe it was a British thing, but compliments slipped out of his lip so easily. Like butter spread on fresh bread.

"I’m Fay," she said.

"Wow! Like the fairies? Will I find out you’re a fairy princess," he joked.

Fay threw her head back and laughed again. She loved it so much when people connected her name to its source. It warmed her heart beyond anything else.

"Yes, like the fairies."

Marilyn, totally transfixed by the exchange, observed. This Alexander guy was a danger to most women like Fay, as opposed to Ace. With Ace, you get what you see. He’s brusque, brash, and brooding. You are either scared of him, or totally obsessed with him. There was no thin line.

However, with this guy right here, trouble loomed. Due to Fay’s innocence, she would be more inclined to draw closer to the cute guy with an accent, who made jokes, and complimented her. She needed to intervene right now!

"Mrs Fay," she turned to Fay. "I just remembered Sir Ace said not to stay out long. We should buy the rest of the things on our list, and be on our way home." She stressed her last words, hoping her mistress would get the message.

"Mrs Fay?" They heard Alexander ask.

She raised her head to him, surprised to find herself a little bit disappointed by the revelation. In terms of looks, there was no man beating Ace. He was perfection, itself. However, Alexander was more homely. More down to earth, and just generally good vibes. As if in a battle ground, being forced to surrender, she took in a deep breath. "Yeah, Mrs Fay."

"Oh—" he struggled to keep his face straight, but he couldn’t completely hide his disappointment. "Is he the man you ran to the other night? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

"You don’t have to apologize. You didn’t know I was married." She defended him against his own self, leaving Marilyn aghast.

She didn’t understand why Fay didn’t immediately tell the man she was married. Thinking of it now, there was something off about her relationship with the boss. Her mind considered different possibilities, but all of them were too bad to dwell on.

"Well, Mrs Fay, it was really nice meeting you. You’re still the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met, and your husband is the luckiest man in the world. If he ever slips up—- for his sake, hope he never slips up."

That was a warning shot, Marilyn thought. Again, if Ace was here, he wouldn’t be a happy man.

"Thank you so much, Mr Alexander." She stretched out her hand for a handshake, but instead, he grabbed her hands, and placed a gentle kiss on them.

"I have to go now." He held on to her hand for a little more time, before turning around and leaving.

"Thought he wanted to buy underwear?" Marilyn said out loud, as his footsteps faded away.

For Fay, she felt a little sad. She could never have entertained a romantic relationship between her and Alexander, but she would have loved to be his friend. It wasn’t going to happen now, because just as his steps faded, so had their potential friend-ship, sailed.