Chapter 4 Pretty Big Size

~Ethan ~

"Good morning, Sir." My secretary greeted me as I walked towards my office door.

"Good morning, Stella," I responded with a wide smile as I headed into my office.

As expected, it was all arranged and cleaned. I placed my briefcase on my table and slammed into my chair. I let out a loud sigh as I stared at the ceiling.

I replayed what went down with Mia in my head again. It wasn't the first time since last night, it was in my head throughout the night.

I couldn't forget how perfect and smooth her body was even though I wanted to so badly. Seeing her naked drove me insane, but I couldn't show her that.

I needed her to know that I didn't get her out of the clubhouse just to use her. I just felt the urge to make sure she was safe.

Last night, I was so hard in my shorts after I saw her and I even tried to distract myself by playing games on my iPad, but that didn't work. I had to... you know, take care of that myself.

'I'll forget about her body soon. I know this.' I assured myself, reaching for my Pc in my briefcase. Just then, my office door opened and John walked in, grinning widely.

"John," I called, rolling my eyes. I knew why he was grinning so hard like that.

"Tell me all about it, bro! Was she good?!" He asked in excitement, sitting in front of my desk.

"C'mon, John. I told you that wasn't my intention." I responded, shaking my head.

"Oh please, Ethan. I saw the way you looked at her when she was on that stage! Who would have thought you'd buy her for that amount?? You didn't do that because you were just being nice, did you?"

"That was why I did it! You know me, don't you?"

"I know you're nice and all, but C'mon, she's fucking hot, bro! Did you see her shape? Man, she's perfect!"

"I saw her shape and yes, she's perfect. Just stop sexualizing her. You're so annoying." I mumbled, waiting for my PC to finish loading.

"So, nothing went down at all? Like at all? Not even a kiss?!"

"Nothing, okay? Stop talking about her."

"Fine! Fine! I'll stop. How are you though? You look like something is on your mind." He replied, and I heaved a sigh.

"She needs new clothes." I picked up my phone and raised my head to look at him. "I don't know the brand she'd like the best. I'm thinking about ordering some clothes from Louis Vuitton for her."

I waited for him to say something, but instead let out a wide grin like a madman.

"John, C'mon!"

"What?? I mean, you just met this girl yesterday. You've spent $100,000 already, and now you want to order clothes from Louis Vuitton for her?! One would think she's your wife!" He chuckled.

"I don't know where else to order from and that's why I'm asking you! That is my favorite clothing brand, okay? I buy most of my things from there."

"Well, I think that is a good idea anyway. But I think women prefer Zara. I don't think she would mind..."

"I'll go for Zara then." I butted in, hastily looking for their website.

"And don't forget underwear." He responded.

"What?" I exclaimed in surprise.

"What?! You can't buy her clothes and not bras and stuff."

"But I don't know her size," I muttered worriedly.

"To be fair, I think she'd use a pretty big size..."

"John!" I cautioned him, shaking my head in frustration. "I think you should get back to work."

"Sorry. Sorry. I was just saying, okay?" He responded, making the zip sign over his mouth.

I scrolled through their website and began to select different outfits, from dresses to shirts, pants, and according to John, underwear.

The picture of her naked body flashed through my head again and with the size of their models, I could guess what her size could be.

I got different bras and panties with their sizes ranging from medium to large. I just knew that some would fit in.

"What do you think Sienna would do when she finds that hot chick in your home?" He broke the silence and I raised my head to look at him.

I raised my brows and slowly shook my head. "I don't know. I haven't really thought about it." I answered, looking at my phone again as I proceeded with the orders.

"C'mon man, you know your girl. She would..."

The sound of the door opening cut John shut and when we looked up, we saw Sienna at the door.

"Talk of the devil," John murmured, looking away from her.

"Hey, baby!" She squealed happily, running toward my desk. I let out a smile and kept my phone aside.

"Heyyy." I opened my arms wide as I stood up so I could embrace her.

"Hmm." She hugged me tightly, and I chuckled softly.

"When did you get back?" I asked, and she grinned, looking at my face. Before she responded, she planted a kiss on my lip and cheek, staining my face with her red lipstick.

"I got in late last night. I would have told you but I wanted to surprise you." She responded, caressing my face.

"Oh... I'm glad you're back." I responded, and she nodded.

"I know." She let go of me and shot John a cold stare before walking to the sofa. I heaved a sigh and looked at John, wanting him to say something.

"C'mon." I mouthed, and he rolled his eyes.

"Hi, Sienna. How was your flight?" He finally spoke up, letting out an obviously forced smile.

Sienna ignored him and sat on the sofa, reaching for her phone.

"Sienna, C'mon. He's talking to you." I responded tiredly.

"You know how I feel about him, Ethan. Don't ask me to do what I don't want to." She responded, refusing to look away from her phone.

"Right," John muttered, standing up. "I should excuse you two." He uttered, heading out of the office.

"When will you two stop fighting?" I asked, sitting behind my desk again.

"I'm not fighting with him. He's not even worth my attention. All this will end when he starts minding his business. I know he's your best friend, but he shouldn't poke his nose into our business. I don't like it when he's around." She uttered in disgust.

"That's enough, Sienna. John hasn't done anything wrong. He was just looking out for me." I replied coldly.

"You'll do anything to support him. I know that. But..." She stood up from the sofa and walked closer to me again. "I missed you so much." She muttered as she carefully sat on my lap.

"You did? Because you didn't call more than once since you left for a month. Also, you hardly answered my calls or texts."

"I know, baby, and I'm very sorry. That gig was a gig from hell, baby. I hardly had time for myself. You know what it's like to be a model, right?"

"I mean, I do. My girlfriend is one."

"Exactly." She answered with a giggle, kissing my lips again.

"I missed you too. Please promise me you won't be leaving the state for another month." I uttered, looking into her eyes.

"I promise, baby. I told them I needed enough time to be with my boyfriend because I miss him so much." She replied and we both giggled.

After planting another kiss on my forehead, she stood up from my lap and walked back to the sofa, while I began to work.

"So, my parents are still very much on my neck, Ethan. Especially my mother." She uttered, breaking the silence.

"What? About what?" I asked, looking up from the computer.

"You know what I'm saying, baby. About us. She's worried that maybe you're not interested in marrying me anymore." She replied sadly.

"What?? Why would she think that?" I asked in surprise.

"Because it's taking too long. She told me it's getting too risky for the family business, Ethan. As if that isn't enough, she thinks you're thinking twice because of me. I told her you just needed a little more time, but she insisted that she'd call you if she didn't see any progress soon. I promised her that I'd talk to you and that she'd see some progress soon." She explained.

I nodded slowly and swallowed hard. "I had no idea it had to be this sudden. The last thing my mother told me is that us being recognized by people is more than enough." I responded.

"I think we're past that stage now, baby. And why does it matter? We love each other, don't we? Getting married shouldn't be a big deal. Or is the thought of getting married to me that's disgusting?" She replied sadly, lowering her head.

"C'mon, Sienna." I stood up from my chair and approached her. I sat on the sofa and pulled her closer to me. "You know that isn't true."

"Then why is it taking forever for us to get married? You haven't even put a ring on my finger."

"I promise to think about it, okay?" I assured her, and she let out a smile.

"You will?"

"Yes, I will," I responded with a faint smile and she embraced me again.

"I'm so happy! I'll be going home with you tonight. Is that okay?" She asked, and the smile on my face slowly faded off.

"Sure... sure. Of course, it's okay." I answered, gulping hard.

'How do I tell her I brought a lady home after this kind of conversation? Shit.'