Dating Mr. Texture

The wooing.

Ginger Fields POV

After I got into my room, I took off my dress and got ready for bed. I got into the bed and took out my two phones, and that was when I remembered that I had told Mr. Texture and Lucille that I will let them know when I get home.

I texted both of them to let them know and I only got a reply from Mr. Texture. And as Adrien Texture was the first to reply to me, I knew that it meant that Lucille was already asleep then. That means we will talk about my situation when she arrived home.

So instead of texting Adrien Texture immediately, I sent a text to Lucille wishing her a safe journey and reminding her to text me whenever she got home and was settled in. After sending her the text message, the other phone started ringing.

It was Adrien Texture. Who else would call me on this phone?

“Hello,” I answered.

“Hey, I texted you and did not get any reply.”

“Because I was texting someone else.”

“Who else could be more important than me?” He asked, sounding a bit amused.

If he thinks I am interested in talking to him, then he must be joking.

“What did you call for?”

“I wanted to make sure that you were home safe.”

“I am home safe, I am sure Roger let you know about that.”

He laughed at what I said, making me roll my eyes,

“Yeah he did but I wanted to hear from the horse’s mouth,”

“Ohh, I am a horse now?”

He laughed now heartily, his laughter even made me smile,

“You know I do not think you are a horse.” Then he continued laughing and said,

“You make me laugh, you know?”

“Yeah because I am a comedian, Mr. Texture.”

“Well we can work on that career when we start dating.”

It was my turn to laugh, this guy was selling his proposition aggressively,

“Yeah, right.”

“Yeah right, you need to stop calling me Mr. Texture. It’s Adrien.”

“You are still Mr. Texture to me until I agree to your terms and that is if I will.”

“You will, Ginger. You are just fighting it because you know it.”

“Do not flatter yourself, Mr. Texture. I do not know who you think I am but I am not like the girls you usually play around with.”

“No, you are not, Ginger. And I know that very much, that is why I want you to be my woman.”

The way he called my name did something to my stomach and my head. I hated that so much,

“Well, good luck with that.” I said sounding as uninterested as I could.

He chuckled a bit,

“Okay, Ginger. I look forward to hearing from you tomorrow. Have a good night’s rest and I hope you dream of me.”

“Good night Mr. Texture.” I said and hung up the phone.

There was no escaping him and he just let me know that every chance he got, I hated his guts but I might as well start trying to figure out a way that I will enjoy the jail term I am about to get into with Mr. Texture.

Picking up both of my phones and putting them on the bedside table, I checked the time again and it was almost midnight.

Urgh, the man had taken most of my night and now it was almost a new day. Thankful that it was still the weekend and it was holiday time for me, I adjusted my position on the bed, closed my eyes and started counting sheep then I prayed that I did not see Adrien Texture in my sleep.

I had already seen enough of him for one night or even two.

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I did dream of Adrien Texture but it was a jumbled dream, I could not even remember what he was doing in that dream but I could remember his laughter and his persuading voice.

The day went by in a breeze, I woke up quite late again. A habit that was unlike me but I liked it and did not mind it because I did not have to wake up for work or anything.

It was summer.

After I woke up, I brainstormed on what decision I was going to make and when I was going to let Mr. Texture know the answer to his proposition. After brainstorming, I came to a decision but it was not final because, I wanted to hear what my two favorite people thought about it first.

Then I decided to tell Mr. Texture that he was going to get a definite answer from me when I get back from my mother’s place. I wanted to call him immediately and tell him but I got carried away by other things.

It ended up being a lazy day and I was in doors the whole time, watching movies and eating fast food. Only getting up from the front of the TV get more food, drinks or snacks.

I did not even shower, I stayed in my pajama pants and a cropped vest because who was going to come around and disturb me on such a restful Sunday afternoon. And that was how I was when I heard the door bell ring,

Cursing softly, I mumbled to myself,

“Who disturbs some one on a Sunday afternoon please,” I was looking for my slides when I heard the door bell ring again,

“I am coming!” I yelled as I walked angrily to the door and checked the peep hole to see who was as the door, a mail man and he was carrying a parcel.

I was not expecting anything but I had a feeling it was from someone who would not let me be.

I carefully opened my door and peeped,

“Can I help you?”

“Yes ma’am. You have a parcel.”

“I was not expecting any parcel today.” I said, slowly opening the door and looking at the large parcel the mail man was holding out in front of me. I could not even see his face, just his hat.

“well, you got one.” He said as he gave me a single rose which he had been holding on the side of the big box. I had not noticed it but the moment I saw it, I knew who had sent the box.

“I can see that,” I said with a brief smile at the mail man, “Please drop it here,” I told him as I opened the door and pointed to the foot of the entrance door.

After he dropped it, I signed all the required areas and he left. I closed the door and was left with my rose and the big box from Adrien Texture. I smelled the rose and took it to the kitchen where I added it to the other one he had given Roger to give me the day before yesterday at the restaurant.

Sighing a bit, I opened the box and I saw boxes and boxes in it. Then I looked at one of the boxes and then I saw that it was a designer shoe, then I looked at another, it was another designer shoe. Trust a billionaire to show off with designer boxes within a big box.

I began digging in and saw more items, mostly designer dresses, shoes, perfume and clothes. This man knew the things I liked and from the collections he sent to me, it confirmed the fact that he had snooped around and found out about more than my name.

After going through the items in the box and bringing every thing out of the box, I saw a note at the bottom and I smiled as I opened the note. Adrien Texture with the notes, he had made it a habit.

I know you like to dress up and these are some of your favorite brands

I personally picked these out for you

I hope you like them and if you do,

I hope I get to see you in them.

A.T.

I smiled as I folded the note and smelled it, as usual it smelled like luxury and expensive perfumes. It was a scent I recognized when I had met him, it was his scent.

The craziest part about it is that from the moment I knew that the scent was Adrien turned me on, and even though I would never admit it to him. I could not lie to myself. I looked around me and saw that I was in the middle of clothes and shoes which I had unwrapped or unboxed to try on or fit.

Most of them fit me and that spooked me out, he did his investigation and did it right. I really can’t run away from this man, he will definitely find me. I started packing up the rest of the things as I noticed that it was getting late.

I did not want it to get dark with me leaving the items scattered on my living room floor. It was going to get me in a mood, I hated having things scattered around. I was going to get into arranging the clothes tomorrow morning.

After stuffing the things back in their boxes and packs, I put them all in the big box and left them in at the same spot that the mail man had left them. Stretching after it, I cleared up the living room and cleaned up.

By the time I was done it was already getting dark so I hurriedly went to shower so I could continue binge watching my shows. After showering, I dressed up in a fresh pair of pajamas and ran back to the living room and back to the front of the tv to continue binge watching my shows.

Not long after getting back in, my phone started ringing and from the ring tone I could tell that it was Adrien because it was the ringtone of the phone he had given me and I still had not transferred my contacts or put in my sim card.

I picked the call and I heard his silky voice say,

“Hey, Ginger.”