Chapter 5 4

STELLA

"How about this one?" He asked, pointing to the blue dress.

I let my gaze linger over the expensive dress and the very first thing I noticed about it was the price tag. Holy fucking cheesballs! It's way too much. I mean I can never even think of affording it in my whole life. Do people really wear such expensive clothes?

Off course. They do.

I scoffed.

"It's nice." I replied not knowing what else to say.

"Try it." He said.

My face heated up. Try it infront of him?

Should I?

Ah, fuck it!

I stood up and looked at him. He leaned into the chair after crossing his hands over his chest. His eyes were eagerly waiting for me to take my clothes off.

I bite the corner of my lips and nervously with shaky fingers, I started unbuttoning my shirt. It ain't like I've no confidence but having the thought running across my mind that I'll be changing clothes in front of the man with whom I've been so much sexually attracted, it's scary. I mean if he'd make a move on me then I won't be able to resist him.

As I removed the shirt from my body, I dared to look into his eyes. His mouth fell agape, his orbs turned dark in lust, his body unrelaxed. His stare was so intense that I felt my body shivering in delight.

Pushing saliva down my throat, I removed my pants.

I grabbed the blue dress and was about to wear it, when his strong voice echoed.

"Hold on." He get up from his chair and started approaching me.

I blinked, the dress slipped down from my hands. I thought of picking it up from the floor but realising my situation, I decided not to. I mean my body was covered in mere two piece of fabric. I can't just bend down.

"Let me see." He breathed out.

I clenched my fists on the side when he came to stood behind me. I stilled at my place when I felt his warm breath on my neck.

"Do you have any idea that how much fuckable you look right now?" He whispered in his thick, husky voice.

My hair of the neck stranded up in excitement. His voice was a huge turn on for me.

He wrapped his arms around my bare belly from the back and his touch. Damn, his touch pushed me into the pool of arousal. I felt heat igniting in my core.

"H-How much?" I asked, stammering.

I sensed him dipping his head low in the crook of my neck. "So much that it takes all in me to not rip apart your panty and push myself deep into you."

I pressed my shut, not being able to take his words. It was different, I've never felt such a desire of anyone else. My mind started imagining dirty things about him.

He pulled me closer to him till I felt his hard arousal on my ass. My breath got hitched up and I pulled my bottom lips under my teeth to not scream at him that Ah! Just fuck me already.

"You have a strong control on your body, don't you?" He chuckled.

You've no idea.

"Yes." I answered.

And that's when in swift motion, he turned me around. Now I faced him and his arms snuggled up around my waist.

"Red colour suits you." He said, admiring my red bra.

"Thank you." I blushed.

"I can't wait to taste them." He spoke.

"But before that we need to attend the family gathering." He added, untangling his hands from my waist.

I nodded, not knowing how else to react. He just freaking left me turned on.

Bastard.

He picked up the dress from the floor and handed it to me.

Clumsily, I wore the dress.

"Perfect." He compliments.

Next, he called the makeup artist and hairstylist. Yes, in his office.

Perks of having his own office, I guess.

Next minute, I was told to sit on the chair and was surrounded by the people who were there to make me look gorgeous.

I was never interested in getting all dolled up but damn, it feels like a queen.

In that moment, their world revolved around me. As if I was some kind of diamond and their only duty was to make me shine.

I've never been into such kind of situation. It was all new to me. And something in me craved for having such kind of lifestyle forever. But I know that it won't be possible. I was born poor and most probably I'll die poor.

I sighed.

After an hour or so, I was ready. The makeup artist dialed someone's number and instantly two people entered holding a huge mirror.

I stood infront of the mirror and my mouth fell open. Shit! What they've done to me? I mean I look different. My hair been straightened up, nude lipstick, thick eyebrows, luxurious perfume. The dress fitted my curves perfectly.

I looked like a actress straight out of Hollywood.

Smiling at my reflection, I shifted my attention to him who was staring at me in awe.

"Ma'am, you look beautiful." The hairstylist said.

"Thank you." I flushed.

And at that moment I wondered that what it would be like if I was really his fiancé?