Chapter 15: Chapter 15
The next day Elijah was true to his words taking me shopping. My Barbie dreams came true walking in and out of Prada, Givenchy, Louis Vuitton, Fendi, Chanel and the rest. Shopping definitely makes me happy.
Today he looks so in high spirit, my very guess is because of last night episode. We kept giving each other sly looks, permanent grin on our faces having me blushing furiously. I can't help but admire the man all over again. If only he didn't get to boss me around most time
then he can be on my top hot list. Every time I get to think of how he search my profile in the system, I get nervous all over again. Years of practice had me looking poker face at my file and I didn't want to give it away with how hard my heart thump in my chest. When caught always use the exposed lie as a defense.
That worked out for me or maybe not. Maybe he's trying to dig deeper, trying to make me feel all is well between us yet sourcing to find out about me. Momma told me not to trust anyone and the last person I did was actually the enemy. I'm even scared to contact Ella who will be crazy paging me. And Elijah; I still have this bad feeling about him so trusting him is going to be my doom. My only hope now is to escape before that happens.
Coming out in this sexy over the top dress. "No." I frown looking at myself in it then at him. He dismisses me by going back to his call. Stomping back into the changing room putting on another walking out.
He narrows his sexy gaze to me trailing up my legs in the strappy heels to the high waist mid
-thigh skirt over to the crop top which held my boobs. Taking his eyes off me he says.
"No." I threw my hands dramatically in air. This two piece is cute and makes me looks sexy so I don’t care what he says. I will keep it.
Going back to the changing room, I curse at him taking off the cloth picking a sheer green jumpsuit that have a dangerously long slit close to my bikini line.
"Definitely No." I stood my ground facing him off.
"Is no your favorite word?" His head rise to me uncrossing his leg.
"When it comes to you then it is." We have a mini standoff which I lose. I may have lost the stare down but I didn’t lose my willpower. Walking back to the changing room, I take off the jumpsuit standing in my lacey lingerie and heels. I grumble fixing out my desired fittings only to be seized by the waist swiftly turned meeting the cold grey eyes of Elijah.
"You can’t be here. This is a female's room." I glare at him. Instead he takes the dresses I held flinging it to the far corner of the room. How did he know what I will do?
"When I say No. It means No." defiant as ever, I retort back.
"I will wear what I love Elijah and what is fitting to my body." grey eyes seem to go darker as he stepped closer, his fingers digging into the skin on my waist and I winch.
"If you don’t want me killing innocent eyes, then have at it. I am very open to your decisions." Breathing erratically, I glare at his retreating form. Screaming, I threw a hanger towards his direction missing him by inches. He glance at the hanger lying on the tiled floor then at me giving a crooked grin looking more handsome and perfect. He's so annoying.
Putting on my Balenciaga gown I walk of the changing room. "Stupid motherfucker." I see the girls in the store eye raping him and it angers me watching them gawk at him and he lets them enjoy the show.
Stalking to the group of hungry eyes. "Get me new dresses." I threw the clothes at them causing them to jump in fright. Their eyes widen at my outburst, some glaring at me in disdain as i smile cheekily waiting for them to provoke me further, then they will see my wrath. Wise enough, they scattered like roaches as I went to sit beside Elijah on the couch. His eyes flit to me before going back to his magazine, a ghost smirk on his face. Ugh, I hate him.
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Fixing my hair into a chignon letting soft tendril frame my face, I get my makeup mildly done in the best possible way I can. Coating my lashes in mascara, I applied the final touch to my lips by wearing a matte brown to lips. Looking at the mirror, the nude strapless chiffon gown hug my upper body, flaired below waistline. He told me to dress up for a surprise and I'm just excited to be with him. If today do actually go well, no bickering, fight or the usual antics; I will have to lit the sky in celebration.
Walking out the den to the lounge beside the pool I see him seated like a King asserting
dominance. He grins watching me walk to the table both hand clasp together. I blush slightly taking my seat with the help of the bodyguard.
"Thank you." I voice to which he gruff leaving us. Elijah and I look at each other daring not take our eyes off. His black jacket hug him against the dress shirt he wore, hair slick back emphasizing his defined facial. Pink lips plump and so kissable. I can't help but want this insanely handsome man.
Realization hit me in the chest, I haven't kissed him before aside him kissing me that night in his club. His kisses interpreted that of a starved caveman and I want a taste again. Like the daredevil I am, his eyes shines watching me get up sauntering to him across the table. Not a movement, just observing till I got to him. Sitting myself comfortably on his thigh, I pull him closer for a kiss. Hungry and lustful, he groans eliciting a moan from me as he deepens the kiss. My ovaries, he's such a good kisser.
Tugging his lower lip, I pull away looking into his grey that stares back at me. This time a huge grin is on his face. Elijah is beautiful, even my heart cannot deny it. I try to get up but he held me still.
"Stay." he muse looking all over my face.
Shaking my head, "if we actually want to go with your plan for the evening I suggest we should stop." smiling eyes trailing every part of his rugged face.
"Then sit beside me." flicking his thumb and index his bodyguard appears taking my seat from across the table beside him, an arm length distance. I smile as his eyes came back to me.
"You crazy." I mouth to which he grins replying in same manner.
"I know." we both chuckle not letting go. I didn't want to. He made me feel somewhat way that I can't seem to fathom. "You look beautiful." softly caressing my body with his eyes. I felt goosebumps crawl on my skin and it's the good type. I draw closer, his eyes follow me as I went to his ear whispering seductively.
"I always look beautiful." pulling away in a grin. "but thank you." his eyes shone not expecting the compliment. Next I know my lips are slammed to his kissing me fervently as I return with vigour. Soft yet firm.
We pull away begrudgingly as I took a seat. "We started off at the wrong foot. I will like to redo out first meeting." a knowing look pass my face to which he grins affirming my unspoken thoughts.
"Really?" I joke. "And I thought you loved the feeling of the cherry on top." He chuckles picking his wine glass he clinks and men dressed in chef apparel walks out placing sweet savoury dishes on the table. Once again we are left alone with the view of New York City and the sparkling water beside us.
"Where are you from?"
"Samoa." I reply moaning at the sweet taste of the unknown food I'm eating.
"Where in Samoa?"
"The next island after Te fiti. According to my grandma, we are distant relatives to Moana." sipping from my champagne glass.
"Funny." he spoke with sarcasm making me chuckle.
"What brought you to the states?" chewing slowly watching me.
"Greener pastures I guess." I shrug going back to my meal.
"Then why do you want to go back." he pry further. Internally, I could only curse him but on the outside I fix a permanent i'm-not-guilty smile on my face spewing the words to him.
"My grandma is sick." dabbing my lips with the napkin I look at him. "Is that all or do you have more twenty-one question for me?" he grins catching a whiff of what I'm playing at.
"Tell me, how did you accomplish all this? Is it true what I hear about you?" he leans back taking his eyes away from me.
"I am a business man Nia, owing multiple chains around the world. Hotels, clubs, restaurants, malls; you name it. I don't know what you heard about me, so I'll make it clear to you." taking a sip from his glass, I watch as his Adam apple bob so beautifully.
He faces me fully in a sinister look. " I am a retired assassin next in line to take over the Russian Mafia." my breath caught in my throat blocking the windpipe for any means of circulation. Pretty sure I look like I just saw a ghost. I am dining with the mafia prince, worst, the Russian Mafia prince.
"Now Princess, Is there anything you will love to tell me Nia Badmus?" he looks at me in a crooked smirk. Why do I feel like I just got caught up in his web.
Clearing my throat taking a sip of the cool liquid giving nothing away. I reply with a smile. "Can’t say I do Elijah Vladimir Ivanov." I have to get away from this man. Asap.