Chapter 13: Step Into Luxury

“Come live with me Zara. Move in” He asked in the morning, in what was both a commandment and a plea.

“Why, Mr. Nat?” she asked teasingly

“For obvious reasons,” he said.

“Nope! I’m gonna get pregnant”

“Yea! That's what I want. Let’s welcome junior”.

“Junior—?” she laughed. My son is not having your name. Something more unconventional”

“Like what?”

“Goldwater, perhaps”

“Why not Silver-rose?”

“You have a point there”, she poked his nose and got to shower and freshen up.

Let’s go out Zara, he said when she got dressed in a jumpsuit. He looked casual in T-shirts, jeans and sneakers.

“Put on shoes” he said

“Where exactly ?” she asked

“Can’t tell you—It’s a surprise”.

She hopped into his car, pushing up the falcon winged door. He brought down the roof to let in the sun and cool breeze. They had their sunglasses on now. Quite the perfect rich New York couple.

The radio played Pharrell Williams Happy

“O! That's my jam!” She began dancing, without rhythm.

They sang together when the chorus came on

“Because I'm happy!”

“Terrible, terrible voice”. She looked over at Nat. A mocking expression on her face.

“Terrible huh?” he smirked

“Very”

“Even when I’m fucking you?”

“Touché”

She smiled guiltily and looked away

They stopped at a mall. He kissed her on the cheek and stepped out, he led her into Quinn’s fashion store.

“Let’s go get my money’s worth”

“Omg! babe”.

She was ecstatic.

He held her hands as she walked through the rows and columns of beautiful dresses to the fitting room. She tried on outfit after outfit while Nat sat nearby, legs crossed playing fashion judge. He gave thumbs-up and nods to a few dresses, shook his head at others, occasionally putting his brand over his mouth to hide a smile when she twirled. She picked up a green dress with had a dramatic flair the sides

“This one’s fantastic!” he said. My mom would be impressed”

“Mum? Is there something I’m missing”

“You’re going to meet my mom soon. You’d love her”

Hopefully” she said.

She picked up a lingerie set in a burgundy box. She opened it and turned to him

“What do you think about this one?”

“It’s both glamorous and dangerous,” he said.

“And this—?” She showed him a very light silk jogger that was almost transparent in its material.

“Make things easy for me,” he said.

Then he leaned in and whispered “I could easily tear that up and fuck the shot out of you”

“Easy, now. You know the walls have ears”

“I also want the walls to hear you moan”He slapped her round butt and kissed her in the enclosure of the fitting room.

“You’re naughty”. She turned around.

“Naughty Nat”

“Zesty Zara,” he replied.

She snapped her fingers to acknowledge his creative alliteration.

The sales attendant packed her dresses for her and now her shopping cart was full of bags. Nat told her to leave it there. “We’re coming back” he told the attendant who watched over the dresses

They climbed the escalator and he led her into an expensive jewelry store. The overly bright light in the store covered everything in buttery gold, placed on Velvet pads. Spotlights gleaming off every facet of the stones.

The attendant, an Asian woman with a bob hair greeted them

“Welcome. Shopping for something special ?”

“Very” Nat said confidently

Zara blushed at him.

“Try those” he punted to a sparkling diamond necklace

“Timeless and classic”. Attendant Jim Jam Xo explained.

“The perfect one for a billionaire bride in New York. Every gem stone intricately crafted”

Zara watched it lay on her neck so elegantly. She looked like a princess. She couldn’t believe she could look this good. From wearing cheap perfumes, and wigs to having this on her. She was grateful.

“I could match it with an earring and ring set”. The attendant suggested.

She wore them and couldn’t complain. It was gorgeous.

“Do you like it?” he asked her

“Of course” she was melting now.

“We’d take it,” he said.

He swiped his card. Zara saw the receipt $350,000 paid for like it was nothing.

Driving back, they couldn’t stop laughing. The bags were piled in the backseat—designer dresses, delicate lace, and a little velvet box holding her new diamond. Greg had one hand on the wheel and the other casually resting near her knee. The air between them was charged with passion; he teased her once, twice about having cast a spell on him.

She laughed. He laughed. It came in waves—their laughter, pure and undiluted. Nat was Nat and Zara was Zara, and they were not afraid to be lush about their love, if not a little cringe, even.

She glanced over at him and smiled

“This day was perfect.”

Greg looked at her for a moment longer than he should have, then said, “It’s only just beginning.”

He leaned over and kissed her. His hands moved to her waist, then higher. She stopped him, laughing, playful.

“Okay, Romeo,” she said. “Cool down.”

He was on her horse now.

“Thank you, Nat. I appreciate” she said

Just can’t wait to see you look more like the wife of Nathaniel Wolfe, he locked eyes deep with her. He kissed her, his hand went under her skirt. He put it out, rubbed his fingers on his tongue and fingered her in the cold interior of his car, his lips deep in hers. She maimed softly, the air conditioner vents blew air gently.

She stopped him.

“Do you wanna come over” she asked biting her lips

He felt his dick trying to burst out of his pants.

“I really want to. But I have a few meetings today. It’s fine”

“We'll see soon, baby. I’d come pick you up.” He said

“That’s fine” She said, briefly annoyed that she wouldn’t be getting the golden penis for the moment. She hugged him, so passionately. And smiled.

“Bye” she said as she stepped out of his car.