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Her hands reached for the corner rack—the one I’d instructed the assistants to tuck away—pulling out the cheapest items: a pair of plain flats, a cotton blouse, and a basic canvas tote. My forehead furrowed, but my face remained expressionless. Did she fail to notice the Dior? Prada? Had the helpers erred by making the budget items too easily accessible? I glanced at the closest assistant, who appeared just as perplexed as I did, yet everything was put up perfectly. This was a conscious decision on the part of Ms Layla. Mr Dario was sitting in his wheelchair beside the arched window, his face hidden behind a mask of composure, his hands resting on the armrests. His stillness itself was a wei

I rubbed my eyes to check if I was seeing things, but I wasn’t. I walked back to my room to look for the perfect dress. I picked out one of the dresses I bought, it was black and long with a slit that stopped three inches above my knee with sparkles. It was the dress that showed off every curve and made me look like a model it also screamed Night terror. I sprayed some Miss Dior perfume on me and grabbed a black purse to go along with it and silver shining heels. I walked back into Leornado’s room and his jaw dropped when he saw me.

Besides, I've always been in the receiving end so it was nice to gift him something for a first. So after that, Max dragged me to a Gucci store and I got two beautiful bags that the store attendant insisted I got because I looked great with them. Such a great market strategy. And then, we went to the final store which was a Dior store. I got a black seductive dress that showed my back and had a beaded waist part. With silver shoes to go. After that, we went to a book cafe near by, they had a rule that you had to buy a cup of coffee to read a book and it was a good idea.

he suddenly whispers, putting his hand on the small of my back and taking me inside Dior. My knees are shaking as I look around the place. Dresses in white mannequins and a rack in the corner. Chandeliers with bright yellowish lights. Wood-paneled floors shined to perfection. There are actual couches inside the store, something that I have never seen before. I’m so out of place that I nearly hyperventilate.

CHAPTER 41 They had just stepped out of the basement when Dorian suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. “Wait,” he muttered, his brows furrowing. “He said… he’s bound within the bulb.” Lucian turned to him. “What about it?” Dorian didn’t answer. His hands snapped into motion, fingers tracing glowing sigils mid-air. A soft crackle of magic responded as a book shimmered into existence and dropped into his waiting hand. Kai blinked. “Did you just summon a book?”

We bought silk blouses, tailored trousers, cashmere sweaters, and heels high enough to be considered weapons. Even the items we were sure we didn’t need. We bought lingerie that made me blush just looking at it, thinking of Stellan tearing it off. Every time I handed over the heavy black card, the sales associates’ demeanor shifted from skeptical to obsequious. It was addictive. Buried under an avalanche of shopping bags in a dressing room at Dior, I pulled out my phone. I needed to hear his voice. I FaceTimed him. He answered on the first ring.

His young virile seed was endless, gallons of high quality royal protein that sure made my night. “Oh, god... ooohhhh!” Doris moaned and put the book down. Her left hand had three fingers pushed inside her pussy from the side of her panties. She closed her eyes and shivered, imaging everything she was reading. Picking the book up again, she sighed deeply and resumed.

There, a thin panel at the back of the shelf seemed slightly out of place, as if it had been forced in. Theo moved in closer. “Boss?” I pressed against the panel, and it popped loose. In the darkened space behind it, I discovered a small leather notebook, covered in dust and mold. My heart raced as I slowly pulled it out. The initials embossed on the cover were unmistakable. A.O. Adrian Orlov. A frown crossed my face. Adrian wasn’t one for reading; he preferred to collect fine wines, while books were never really his thing. I took it out, the cool leather sending a shiver through my palm. Theo straightened at the sight of my expression.

“It’s your ‘look over here at the shiny thing’ voice. What’s the shiny thing?” She rolled her eyes, but the teasing helped her find her footing again. “Fine,” she said. “The shiny thing is… I got my gala dresses today.” His face lit up. “You did? “Yes,” Aria’s lips curved despite herself, the memory of the midnight blue velvet and black lace sliding over her skin flashing in her mind. “It’s from Dior.” “What?!” his eyes widened. “Come on, show me.” She leaned back. “Nope. Denied.”

Delilah looks at me blankly for a moment, but her eyes changing from ocean blue to baby blue in a single blink betray her calm outer shell, “Dior? Maria? As in Maria Grazia Chiuri? I’m going to get to meet her? In person? When? Today?” “Uh huh. And afterwards, they are closing the storefront downstairs for two hours so we can shop in private. Bronx arranged it for us,” I let my eyes go big and open my mouth wide with exaggerated excitement, hoping she will be excited too. I know it’s her favorite designer. Delilah has the Dior logo as the background on her phone. She also has a handbag and matching pair of heels that she saved up for months to buy.