Gucci Bag

"Young Master, should I get the Gucci or have you gotten over it?" A servant asked Gage holding different shopping bags

"Get it." Gage said and the servant went back to the women's clothes section to see the expensive Gucci bag was gone. He went back to Gage

"Young Master, I can't find it, I think someone else bought it." the servant said

"God Damnit!" Gage said as he marched over to the women's clothes section to see a young pretty lady admiring the bag then she started walking to the cashier counter and he quickly went to her.

"Excuse me?" she said rudely

"Give me that bag. I saw it first, you don't even look like you can afford it." Gage smirked

"Did you just call me poor? Do you know who I am?" she asked angrily gripping the bag more tightly

"Who cares, do you know who I am. The president son." Gage said expecting her to apologize for being rude but she became more mad

"Do I look like I give a fuck who you are? Just get the fuck outta my way." she said

"Such nerves. Who are you anyway?" he asked

"Darby Robbert, the famous model" She said proudly

"hmm... how delightful, I was about to buy that bag for your sister Iris." He said

"Iris? she has a boyfriend and she's getting engaged soon. I'm sure she doesn't give a fuck about you so quit wasting your time on her." Darby said

"You're so Jealous. I'm in a hurry so give it to me." Gage said

"Look Mr... President Son..."

"it's Gage"

"Whatever, I'm not giving you the bag so get lost." Darby pushed him aside and left.

"Feisty" Gage muttered staring at her as she went and paid for the bag before leaving.

"Young Master, should I tell the men to go after her?" the servant asked

"No need. My baby Iris needs something better than that bag." Gage said as they continued shopping