"The moment you realize that the person you loved the most had nothing to offer, but heartache." - MsDreamerGirl84

"Will you go shopping with me?" I asked as soon as I was in my clothes. I look at Frankie who was watching us with an amusement written all over her face.

Vicky looks at me like I just grew two heads. "Shopping?" Her eyes lit up like a bulb and I suddenly felt triumphant. I'll start with the things she likes the most. "Are you seriously inviting me to go shopping?" She looks suddenly acquiesced and she stared at me intently.

I nodded my head enthusiastically.

"I think I'm gonna need a new pair of shirt and pants," I lied.

"Sure," she bounced off her seat and happily walk towards me but then she stops and look at Frankie.

"Would you like to come?" I groaned as soon as the words came out of her lips. Frankie stared at me still amused. I waited for her response like I was waiting for my death.

"No!" She shook her head and then she winks at me.

I silently gave her a grateful look and she smiled.

"Alright, I'll go get ready," she happily chirped and sidestep me to her room bouncing happily.

I quickly head back to my place and got ready. My feet felt like it has a spring under. I felt so happy and knowing that I didn't force her to come with me, made me all the more excited.

Shopping was never been exciting to me, until now.

....

"Here," Vicky picks up the red tube dress that I'm sure it will showcase her flawless and toned thighs. My hand automatically catches the hanger with the tube after tossing it without looking at me. I was right behind her following her as she kept of picking any dress she wants to try on.

I didn't like the tube, it's too revealing so I hang it back in the metal rod by the wall where all the dresses were lined up. She didn't even notice it since her eyes and hands were busy scanning the dresses. Every dress that I find it too less fabric and causing some trouble in the testosterone's department, I surreptitiously hang it back where she took it after moving to another array of colourful dresses by the glass windows.

I was looking at the dresses, too, and found a lot that I think would look just as elegant as those too revealing ones and would surely won't give trouble to the male departments.

"Holy guacamole!" she squeals softly and ran closer to the opposite side of the store, ducking several furniture displays towards the wall where tons of dresses were on display and pulled the hanger with the golden glistening dress that actually too short for my likings. The mannequin at the window actually was wearing that kind of dress. "I would love to wear this!" she squeals enthusiastically like it was the best thing in the world as I approached her with a narrowed eyes, groaning softly.

I'm already trying to ignore the stares from the opposite sex as they openly scanned her bare legs, sporting a gray skirt that only reach mid thigh, black camisole, and she tops it with a sweater that works beautifully with a splash of black, she looks hot. She completed her look with black high heel lace boots.

She turned to me happily as she places the dress against her front body and showed it to me with wide smiles. I gulped inaudibly as I watch her happily showing me the dress and I'm sure, she will look enchanting, but I hate to say, I don't like the idea of her wearing it around hundreds of male's eyes feasting on her exposed flesh. I would love her to wear it in front of me, of course.

"NO!" I said without blinking. Her eyebrows scrunched up and lips pursed, eyes narrowing. "It's too short don't you think?" I said to justify my reason and to calm her down. She looks like she's going to kill me with the way she stared at me with lips in a thin line.

She squeezes her eyes shut, calming herself. Frowning at me, she opens her pretty little mouth. "Come on, it's not too short?" she reasoned out. "I'll try it," she said and then slammed it on my hands that were already full of dresses, but I don't mind. A lady while ago came to ask me if she could help me save these dresses for her in the fitting room, but she said no. I know she wants to torture me and I don't really care. She looks happy and the thought that I'm shopping her dresses really warms my heart.

We're like real couples.

"Fine. You can try it but you're not getting that!" I hissed uncontrollably and she just stared at me challengingly, but I didn't back down. No way she's going to wear that!

"Xandrous!" she stomped her feet and glared at me.

Damnation! I love it when she does that. It looks childish, but I felt like we were back to our teen life when we just got officially on. She was so sweet and she loves to whine but in an adorable way and I find it turn on. I know it sounded cheesy, but I love it.

"If you don't want to buy me that, I can buy it!" she curled her lips in annoyance and I glared at her coldly. Imagining Deshawn gaping at her, scanning her bare flesh made me want to keep her lock in my place.

"No way, Jose!" I shook my head stubbornly as I pushed her with the clothes in my hands gently, nudging her to keep browsing.

"The VIP fitting room is available for your wife, Mr. Mailov," the same girl who approached me a while ago and I nodded. I smiled unconsciously as I heard the staff called Vicky my wife. Hearing it sounds like a music to my ears. I love the sound of it. When I look at her, she was looking at the black long dress with sequins along the halter neck.

God, I want her to be my wife.

I look at the lady back. "Perfect," I said. "Please do place this in the room and we shall follow," I said to the lady and she smiled sweetly as she took the clothes by the hook of the hangers, one by one.

She stands almost 5'5 and a bit large on the side but curvaceous, average look, and blonde. I'm guessing she's in her thirties. I felt Vicky stop a bit closer to me. She also handed another skimpy dress, a look like a bodycon bandage dress and my eyes almost burn the tight fitting dress when the lady took it.

Vicky smiled at her sweetly as she said: "thank you!"

"Wait!" she stops and the lady stops, dead on her track and with a worried look, she stared at Victoria. Vicky was staring at the midi-dress with a turtleneck dresses that I took.

"I didn't pick those ones," she pointed out at the blue, black, dresses that I picked.

"Oh, these ones?" she said as she took the dress she pointed. "No harm Mrs. Mailov, I'll put it back for you," she smiled warmly and I groaned.

"I picked those!" I grunted loudly and Vicky stared at me with a dagger look. The lady stops dead track again towards another rack and stared at me, worriedly.

"Don't pick out stuff for me!" she huffed and the girl looks at her, now she looks uncertain who's to follow.

"Yes, I do!" I firmly said trying to save my embarrassed ass. I'm not going to let her have the upper hand! I'm the man and I had enough of her short dresses.

She stared at me, chin held high and met my furious gaze. "You can't control my appearance!"

"Yes, I can!" I clenched my jaw. I know I have to woo her, but thinking that she's going to wear whatever she wants, made my blood boil. Thinking that all of the men's eyes will be feasting on her, leaving nothing to their imaginations, made my temper rose to its pinnacle.

"Sir," my attention averted to the lady who was waiting for our order, looking like she wanted to ran away.

"Take it all in the fitting room and take all those short ones out of the pile," I ordered sternly. "We'll follow you shortly," I added on.

"No worries, Mr. Mailov, you two can take your time," she responded shortly as she looks apprehensive and then left as soon as she got the last hanger from my hand. Vicky's face disgruntled after hearing it but I was relieved when she didn't say anything.

Vicky gave me a sharp look with a pursed lip. I just shrugged my shoulders ignoring her temper, though I must say, she looks ravishing when she's bitching at me.

She turns her back after giving me a daggering stare and huffing as she browses more dress, but she wasn't really paying attention with the dresses. She looks royally pissed, but I won't let her wear those dresses ever again!

We were silence for a while. Ducking behind the end of the furniture glass display as I followed her and tried to converse with her. "We can go to the other store if you want?" but she didn't respond. I kept following her as she hops to one rack by the window to another but didn't pick any with a frown glued on her beautiful face. She was just strolling here and there yet no intention of really picking one. I didn't argue as I followed her.

I sighed as I watched her back. After a while, she walks towards me as I stood trying to get a rest from following her like a dog.

Vicky stood closer to me and look at the back of the staff whom I forget to register her name in my head since I was too excited following Vicky. "Why didn't you correct, Blythe?" she widens her eyes at me. It took me seconds before it sunk in my head.

Oh.. she meant the lady mistaking her as my wife.

I stared at her face. I put my finger on her crinkled forehead and then massaged it to smoothen the crease line. She sucked her breath in, softly. "Don't worry. It's just a trial for the future," I wriggled my eyebrows suggestively and then pulled her to me, wrapping my hand around her waist as I took in her scent, kissing her head after.

"Xandrous," Vicky's breathing is ragged matching mine. I could feel her body tense and I grinned. It felt so hot suddenly. I could feel the carnal tension between us and my lower member is ragingly hard.

VIP fitting room flashes in my head. I quickly pulled her away as I tried to ignore the tightening under my crotch. I grab her wrist and tugs her towards the VIP room which was at the very end of the huge and flamboyant store.

The VIP fitting room was cleverly concealed.

We were met by another staff by the name of Melanie, another blonde, about 5'6 and petite. She led us to the VIP fitting room that was saved for us. "So this is the room for you," as she stretched her hand towards the entrance to the VIP fitting room and I nodded my head. We both walks in and the staff followed us inside. It looks spacious, all black and white interior, exuding timeless elegance and luxurious. "Dresses are on the rolling racks. Let us know if you need other sizes. And oh, and the buzzer is the red button on that armrest of the couch " she smiled. "Would you sir, and ma'am like something to drink, champagne, wine—"

"Champagne, please," Vicky responded.

"Red wine will do."

"I'll be right back with your drinks,"

As soon as she left, Vicky pulled her wrist away from me. "What are you thinking?" she cocked her eyebrow and I grinned mischievously.

As soon as the door closes, I turned to face her when I felt his hand on my crotch, groping my raging erection restrained underneath my tan jeans.

"So this is your problem, why suddenly you look flustered and have to drag me here when I'm still browsing?" she interrogated though her voice sounded so deep and raspy. I suddenly felt the heat from my bulging crotch rising up to my face and it felt hot across my cheeks.

Vicky suddenly burst into a fit of laughter as she released my bulging friend. I couldn't see it in her eyes what I was looking for, lust. I saw another emotion that I don't want to see, amusement.

"It's not funny, Vi!" I sounded pathetic which I didn't intend to be, and she looks at me, thoroughly amused.

I stood straight with my hands on my hips, staring at her unamused, holding the urge to yank her and lay her on the huge black leather couch in the middle of the spacious room facing the mirror that encompasses the whole wall.

Vicky slowly steps forward, narrowing our gap and grind her lower body against mine, with her finger tracing my pecs, down to my abs, with her eyes glued on mine, taunting me. "Just to remind you, Mr. Mailov, you have to work hard" as she stood on her tippy toes and I sucked in my breath, waiting for her tempting lips to touch mine but it stops a barely an inch away, her eyes still glued to mine, "to make me as your wife," her natural breath kissing my lips and I gulped hard, feeling the back of my throat dry, as I stared into her eyes intensely.

When she pulled away, she gave me a saccharine smile then she walks away towards the other end of the room where her dresses where neatly hang on the rolling racks. Watching her sexy back as everything just seems to process in my brain. I groaned repeatedly.

My raging arousal is killing me, and she doesn't seem too affected.

Fucking damnation!

"You never start it without finishing it, baby! NEVER!" I reprimanded gruffly, my voice sounded so deep and raspy.

She turns her head to me and stares at me with a bored look. "And what does that mean?" she challenged, unfazed. She chewed her bottom lip holding her laughter and it didn't help my rising temper at all.

I was so mad.

But why am I mad?

I shot her a disparaging stare. "Fucking teased!" I mumbled to myself as she stared at me unflinching. I let out a lungful breath and clenched my jaws. She sneered at me before turning back her attention to the array of dresses before her.

"No, I'm not trying these," she starts pulling hangers with the dresses I pick and hang it on the other end, separating the dresses she picked. She stops after noticing there's few left. She let her right hand rest on her waist with her finger stroking her chin while staring at the dresses hanging in the rolling racks in front of her. Then, she turned to face me. I was walking towards the couch, pretending I didn't notice what she was doing.

"Xandrous!" she calls me. I frowned, turning to face her as I sat on the couch.

"Yes?" I responded tersely.

She gritted her teeth. "I need those dresses I pick!" she ordered sternly as she rest both hands on her waist, demandingly.

I didn't budge. "Try those on," I said pointing at the dresses behind her, still thoroughly annoyed. She glared at me.

"I'm not trying those turtle neck ones!" she protested shaking her head profusely. "It feels like it strangling me," she whined as she stomps her foot hard.

"Babe, you'll need those. Trust me," I said as I averted my eyes on the stack of magazines sitting on the small glass coffee table in front of me as I imagined hickeys all over her delectable neck.

We heard a knock on the door and I reluctantly tear my eyes off her towards the door. The door opens and she was carrying a tray in one hand while the other was holding the door. She gracefully walks towards my direction and deposited the drinks on the coffee table. "Just ring the buzzer if you need anything, Mr. Mailov," she smiled as she points on the red button close to me.

I just nodded as I look on the red round button on the armrest of the couch.

..............

What's with these staff kept popping out? Obviously, they are flirting with him. Why not?

He looks ruggedly handsome today. Clad in tan jeans that hugged his muscled long legs, dark brown lace leather shoes, dark blue polo shirt, and top it with green army color jacket. He should be illegal.

He crosses his leg on top of the other as he settled himself on the black leather couch, enjoying the drinks the blonde staff just gave. Obviously, they are trying to impress him.

Argh ...

I remember the dresses I picked. The hell I'm going to let him decide for my clothes. "MAILOV!" I screeched. I didn't intend to sound like that, but the thought of him ignoring my decision and deciding for me really pisses me off. I thought he was going to woo me? He should be letting me do what I want, not bossing me around, like I was his submissive wife. And yes, speaking of wife, I hate that he let the Blythe believes we were married.

A part of me overwhelms me, but I was trying to block it. I'm hypocrite for all I care, but I'm still unconvinced with his intentions. I'm scarred and I don't know when am I going to forget the past and moved on completely, and give him another chance.

"Yes, babe?" I didn't notice, he was already standing in front of me. I was too lost with my thoughts. My eyes thinned when I see the mischievous glints in his eyes.

"Cut it out!" I said defensively and she looks at me, amused.

"I'm not doing anything, babe?" he drawled, staring at my face too hard. I felt my heart beating loudly. I don't know why? I was still recovering from what I did a moment ago.

God, why did I grab his penis?

I don't know what kind of spirit just attacked me that I did that horrendous stunt there.

I don't know what he's up to. I know he was upset after that stunt I pulled out.

He was about to pull me when his phone rang. He reluctantly pull back his hands and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He answered the phone without breaking his gaze directed at me.

"Mailov, speak!" he snapped.

"Xandrous," I heard his mom's voice since we were still so close and I was about to turn my back when I heard her crying.

"Mom?" Xandrous sounded alarmed. Theia Lauren broke into tears and I quickly face Xandrous, staring at his eyes with the same expression. "Is everything alright?" he asked.

"Y-your d-dad j-just h-had a h-heart attack," she hiccups.

I stiffened. I wanted to run away, but I felt so week and rooted to the ground. Xandrous looks pale. "What? When? Why?" he asked successively in a very low, broken voice, barely a whisper, sounding so soft, spiritless.

"That bitch, she came over and pregnant. She was claiming you were the father!" she yells between sobbing. I suddenly became alert. I already had the feeling who was this bitch.

Xandrous stared at me instantly, he looks paler rather alarmed as he search for my eyes. "Who's bitch?" Xandrous inquired.

"Cassie Alanis,"

I quickly turn my back, storming off the room.