Spoiled
764 Words
I step out of Gage's bathroom, a towel wrapped tightly around my body. I used it to shield myself from his eyes. Who knows how he would behave if he were able to get along, thorough look at my naked body.
Gage sits on the edge of the bed, his back turned to me. He is dressed in a plain black tee, clean dark jeans, and his hair is styled messily. He turns to acknowledge me, and the smile that spreads across his face melts my defensive and cold heart.
"You look amazing." He says, rising from the bed to stand.
"You do understand that I'm not wearing anything. I don't have any makeup on either," I say, squinting my eyes to make a questioning face.
"You look amazing when you're as natural as possible," he says, bringing his hand behind his neck and a light blush spreads across his cheeks. "However, I think you'd look best if you were showing all of your bare skin."
He smirks as he slinks toward me, and I know that my self-control won't last much longer with him looking so appetizing.
He brings his fingers to my chest and lets them dance across the top of my towel, slowly leaving goosebumps in their trail.
I swat him with my free hand, stepping back from him.
"You're trouble. Don't touch me." I say chuckling. "Where can I get some clean clothes?"
He walks over to a set of french doors and pulls them open quickly, revealing a closet split into two halves. One half contained plain, dark men's clothing. The other side had colorful dresses and blouses hanging artistically from a bar, and neatly folded jeans adorning its shelves.
I step to the closet to inspect the side filled with women's clothing. The closet resembled the clothes I had at home. However, there was a stark difference between my wardrobe and these clothes: every single piece in this closet still had its tags on them.
"Where'd you get these?" I say, pulling a pair of jeans from the shelf. They were, in fact, my size and the same style I was wearing when I went dress shopping.
"I do my investigative work thoroughly, love. I wanted to make sure you had the clothes you needed when you finally came with me." He said, leaning against the door of the closet with a proud look on his face.
"But... these are all brand new! That's so expensive! Surely you must be insane." I say, inspecting the blouses one by one, admiring how crisp and perfect they look.
"Never worry about money when it comes to me, dear. You will always have everything you need and want."
I pull a floral top from the rack of the closet and set it on top of the jeans on my arm.
"You didn't happen to get me bras and underwear too, did you?" I say chuckling.
He stares at me with a complete deadpan. before walking over to a dresser. He pulls open the first drawer and reveals the compartment split in half. One half has his underwear, and the other has a full-color range of brand new lace cheekies. He pulls open the drawer below that, and a slew of neatly arranged bras sat as decorative as possible. The tags were still on them as well.
I open my mouth to speak, but he just places his finger over my lips shushing me.
"I also got you new shoes, a new bathrobe, and a few pairs of lingerie... but those are for my eyes only." He says, his smirk deepening.
My jaw drops open in amazement at the sound of everything he has bought. Easily he has spent thousands of dollars on everything he just described.
I want to protest and tell him it's all too much, however, I don't have any clean clothes. I'm in no position to be walking around naked in front of everyone.
"Thank you, Gage, really. This is amazing."
I walk over to him and place a hand on his shoulder as I lift myself up gently to place a kiss on his cheek.
He brings his hands to my hips and pulls me in closer, placing his soft lips directly against mine. He tilts his head rhythmically, drilling the kiss further than I would have if I had initiated it. My head begins to lighten and I feel myself mold into his affection. He pokes his tongue out and runs it against my top lip before giving me one final kiss.
"Anything for you, princess."
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