Dress

"What?" I asked, looking at the wet, pink hair scattered around me and dripping.

"I am telling you to sleep with me." He said, looking at me intently.

"Why?"

"Why not? You have been asking me to sleep with you for the two and a half years that we were dating." He said, pouting slightly and slightly confused too.

"Yeah, but I would never do it without your permission," I said, frowning at him. "Just like now."

"I AM giving you permission." He insisted, desperation in his voice.

"No. I won't."

Why would he want to sleep with me all of a sudden? Now too of all times?

I am not interested in having this type of sex. Especially not for his first time. His first time should be gentle and slow.

"Don't you love me, Zion?" He asked, brows furrowing at me. "I thought you did."

"You know I do," I said, still sitting in the water as I brushed my hair behind me. "That is the reason why I am refusing to sleeping with you."

"Bu-"

"What's this really about, Ru?" I asked, gently tucking his wet hair behind his ears. "What is the real reason you want to sleep with me?"

"I like you of course."

I shook my head, "You have always been very adamant about how your first time will be. How it should feel like."

"I said I would know when I know. And I know now." He insisted, trembling slightly.

"Ru- ugh."

He placed his hand over my hard shaft, making my breath hitch almost immediately.

"What are you doing?" I asked, frowning at him.

"You are really hard, you know that?" He asked, rubbing himself against me.

I got hard the moment he climbed on top of me. This is bad. I also want to sleep with him so bad. All my life, the only one that made me feel like this is him. Not Yale, Rumant.

"I know you want me, Zion." He said, smiling at me seductively. It doesn't help that he is completely wet and hard too.

And seeing him on top of me like this …

Nope. No. I quickly wrapped him in my arms and got out of the tub, placing him in there and walked out.

"Wash up. I am going to start preparing lunch." I said, closing the door behind me.

The moment the door closed, I slid to the ground, breathing heavily.

That was so close. I almost took him then and there. But I could never take him while he is in this vulnerable, emotional state.

Not like I am much different though. Pulling my knees to my chest I tried to control my breathing. I wanna sleep with him so bad.

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Since we were out of vegetables, I have to quickly put on whatever I could and take a quick run to the market.

Selecting the vegetables and other groceries, I finished paying for them and made my way back when I passed as dress store.

Inside was a dress on a mannequin that I vaguely remember. Rumant wanted it for Christmas but they were sold out. I just bought him a dress yesterday though.

Well, it couldn't hurt to spoil him a little more.

Walking into the store, I asked them for the 'starlight dress' as it was called. There is only one of them left and they are selling it for an extraordinary price.

A little more expensive as compared to all the other dresses I have ever bought for him.

Not that money mattered but I had to ask why it was so expensive. The last one is usually cheaper, from what I can remember.

"That is because this is the one worn by the designer herself." The woman said, smiling sweetly at me. "She wore this on the day of the dress's debate and I was able to get it at her death. Auction."

"Ah," I said, thinking. She isn't lying but just because she doesn't she think she is lying does not mean the person who sold this to her is.

I stared at the dress, black crystals all over the poofy bottom, off shoulder with a tiny space in the middle. The entire material is made of sparkling cloth.

I don't know what it's called. But … it is pretty. It'll look so good on him.

"I had it authenticated." The woman reassured me, looking a little nervous.

Poor thing, she must have bought it thinking she can make a lot of profit but the price is a little beyond a lot of people. And this design … I see a lot of dupes for much cheaper.

But … say it does belong to the woman. Will he want to wear a dead person's dress?

I can't tell anymore.

"This is how it looks on." The woman said, showing me a picture of the dress on the designer. "It's a set originally."

It comes with a black veil, a silver crown decorated with black diamonds, black sheer gloves, socks and long heeled boots. It even has a black rabbit with the same dress on.

The moment I saw that picture, I decided, I was going to get the entire set, no matter how long it took to get it.

"Do you have the whole set?" I asked, looking at her closely.

"I'm sorry, I do-"

"I will pay one million per piece if you have the entire set," I said and I could have sworn the entire store went dead quiet, eyes on me.

"Excuse me, sir. Are you serious?" One woman asked, walking to me.

"Of course," I said, raising an eyebrow at her. "Why?"

"I may have the gloves." She said, smiling at me. "And I know someone that has the shoes."

"Well, I have the tiara." Another woman said smiling at me. "I could give it to you."

"But I am the one with the dress." The shop owner said as all the women suddenly surrounded me.

"Ok. Ok." I said, holding my hands up. "How about we do this? I will leave this dress with you and my number. When you collect the entire set, you can call me. They have to be genuine though."

"Sure." She said brightly, folding the dress as carefully as she could.

"What about the rest of us?"

"When I get the entire set, I will pay the full amount of six million to one person. I am willing to add two more million for that rabbit." I explained. "But I will not pay that much separately. Maybe you all can come to a compromise.

"I have a friend that can authenticate for me. If I find that anything is fake, I will not be very kind."

I walked away from them as the noise suddenly grew. Everyone talking to each other and over each other while I looked at the other dresses. Maybe I could buy something else for now.

"To authenticate and find everything will cost money."

"How do we know he will really be able to pay?"

"Does he even have any money?"

"He looks so young."

I ignored them and spotted an entire box of plushies of every shape and size.

Rumant said that he has been meaning to have a collection of these. But his parents didn't allow it. I thought, picking on bear up with diamonds for eyes and a tutu on.

Cute.

Another had a hat and its own dress with a basket. He could take this to a picnic. It would be nice to have a picnic with him. On a boat.

For some reason, an image of him sleeping with these in his arms flashed through my mind and I turned to the store owner.

"Excuse me!"

"Yes?" She said, rushing to my side immediately. "Oh, you are interested in those? They are vintage-"

I don't understand anything so I will just spare her the trouble.

"How many, for all of them?" I asked and again, heard whispers around me.

"The entire box??"

"Will he be able to pay for it?"

"He said he would pay eight million for a set. I think he can."

"He might just be bluffing."

Why do you all like to talk about me so much? It's getting a little annoying at this point.

"The w-wh … whole box?" The store owner asked, stuttering. "Well, one is 50,000. So all these … I don't remember how many there are."

Taking out my card, I handed it to her. "Type in whatever amount you want then."

"H-huh??" She stared at me and then the black card and then me again.

"I'm a little pressed for time. If you would hurry." I said, looking at the teddy bear in my hands. Need to schedule a picnic with him one day.

Ring.

"Hello?" I picked up the phone, Cameron's voice coming in.

"Dinner reservations. Tonight at 6:30 p.m. At the Plaza. Tell them VIP. Don't be late." And he kept the call.

Ok?

Looking from my phone to the others in the store, for some reason, I feel like a prey being looked at by hungry predators.

Odd.