"Maybe" wrinkling my nose.
He threw his arm around my shoulder easliy as he was five inches taller. I shoved everything out of my mind focusing on the large box in the middle of my room.
"What are those?"
"Some really expensive office wear and glamour threads.The box was already in your room when I got here."
I knew immediately who they were from.
"I guess they are from your bazillonaire gun slinging husband to be"
I nodded strolling over to the box taken a back. Everthing was designer wear and dripping with wealth. Matching heels, panties, bra, shades and handbags sighing.
"At least he has taste"
I gesture my head to over whelmed to speak, even miles away out of sight he still could leave me speechless.
7:30am
I pushed opened my front door my composure unflappable as I walked slowly down the staircase to the awaiting vehicle, the tint much to dark to know if he was seated inside. I felt like a new woman, in my charcoal Phillip Lim pants suit, my Angnes shades and handbag, victoria secrets lingerie caressing my body, my hair combed in a figure eight thanks to José, my insides pack with painkillers.
I was beginning to think that I have put to much emphasis in my appearance when the car door opened my heart stopped right then but to my dismay it wasn't Nickolai but another man he held the door open for me smiling warmly.