We walked into a fancy looking room, it's designs similar to the auction hall downstairs, but also different. It's walls weren't as brightly colored as that of the hall, it was more like grey instead of white, but the room was designed quite nicely and gave off the a different vibe, quite mysterious.
"I'll be in the bathroom" i say. Walking towards the double doors on the left, watching as he slowly lowered himself on the couch.
"I'll wait. Yell if you need help" he says, staring intently into my eyes.
"I won't" I say, walking away and heard his laughter trail behind me.
I walk into the bathroom, and pulled my hair to the side, pulling my zipper. I suddenly realized that this man followed me all the way up here, when he could have just given me directions,or gotten someone to help me, he's shameless. It was also at this time I discovered my zipper was stuck and it hadn't even gotten halfway. Like, this is so cliche...my zipper gets stuck, I call him to help and then we have sex. I'm really letting my imagination run wild here.
I pulled and tugged on the dress as harshly as I could and finally pulled it down. I took it off and dumped it in the waste bin, just wasted some high grade material, *sigh*. Then I took a shower in record time and wore a bathrobe, walking out.
I looked towards the couch where I left him but I didn't find him there. Someone opened the door and I was ready to scream bloody murder when I saw his familiar shillouette.
"Hey..." He says, slowly approaching me and I just stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights.
He was holding a fancy looking box, black, with gold rimmings and a little gold emblem.
"What's that?" I ask slowly too, but it wasn't intentional, I got sucked up in his pitch black eyes and now I can't think of anything else.
He must have noticed me staring cause he cleared his throat and stopped walking. He slowly placed the box on my bed and walked away, returning to the couch he had sat on earlier.
I get a clear view of the box's logo and almost burst into tears.