Billionaire's Best Friend

XXII. Breaking Barriers

Nina’ POV:

Blowing a bubble from the gum in my mouth, I slipped on a white dress. Sitting down on the stool, I strap on a pair of gold heels. Matt and I finished shopping for my interviewing clothes a while back. He told me I needed more clothes since I didn’t bring much with me and I agree.

I glanced at myself in the mirror and started doing some poses, pretending to be a model. When I was younger, I had always wanted to become a model. That dream was bitterly crushed when I hit puberty and realized I stopped growing. No, more like I never grew. I waited and waited, but everyone sprinted past me while I stayed roughly around five feet.

Opening the door, I peered out and saw Matt sitting there. He looked up at his cell phone and smiled at me. “Ready?” He asked, and I nod firmly.

He turned on the song from his cell phone. Grabbing both sides of the drapes, I flung it open and placed both hands on my hips, walking down the store’s changing room like a runaway stage.

Matt sat on the large white chair, clutching his hands together as he slightly leaned forward. He narrows his eyes as his lips tighten. I can see the corner of his lips tilting upward ever so slightly while his face turns into a shade of light rose.

I stood in front of him and did a little pose along with a pout. Twisting my leg, I gave him spin as well as blowing him a kiss.

His eyes widen in amusement as he grabs the imaginary kiss and places it on top of his heart.

Unable to hold it in, wild laughter erupted from the pit of his stomach. I started giving him a little dance by putting my fingers in the air and swaying my body back and forth. Matt looked at me and gave me two thumbs up in either approval of my atrocious dance or the dress.

A smile spread across my lips as I started doing a robotic dance. Matt bit his lips to hold in another laugh. It fails miserably as he places his hands on his stomach and falls slightly on the side. “Please stop! You’re hurting my eyes!” He begs as he gasps for air.

I had never been a skillful dancer. I realized that when I was in middle school. A friend shows me how I dance at a party, and I look like I was having a stroke.

I looked at Matt, who was halfway on the ground. He glanced back at me, and I dramatically flipped my hair and walked back into the dressing room. Midway, I turned back and winked at him, very poorly I may add, which he returned before falling into the ground.

On the ride to the mall, I told Matt that I wanted to be a model when I was in elementary school. He burst out laughing, and I punched his gut. After he finishes crushing my dream once more, he told me I should be his model. At first, I thought he was joking so that he could make fun of me, but he was dead serious. So, for the last half an hour, I’ve been modeling for him.

After the song ends, I waltz out. “What do you think, Mr.Greyson? Does this dress look good on me?” I gave him another turn while batting my eyes.

“Perfect,” he said once again.

I groan, “Matt! You said that for the last ten dress! How am I supposed to know which one actually looks good?”

He shrugs, “Everything looks good on you.” It’s like this every time I go shopping with Matt. He always says it looks good, always. I can wear a trash bag, and he would say it looks great.

I rolled my eyes and walked back to the dressing room. Placing my hand on the zipper behind me. I attempted to pull it down but couldn’t. “Oh crap,” I whisper. I tug it a few more times.

Peeking out, I tried to find a salesperson. “What’s wrong, Short Stack?” Matt looked up at his phone as the red shade on his face disappeared, returning his original gorgeous tan skin.

“My zipper is stuck,” I said, scrunching up my face. I didn’t want to pull it down, which can potentially break it forcefully, and I am not paying for damaged merchandise!

He stares at me and bit the bottom of his lips. I usually see him bite his lips, and I must admit it’s quite enticing but, right now, there was something different with the way he does it, but I couldn’t pinpoint what changed.

Placing the cell phone in his pocket, he stood up and walked towards me. “Let me in,” he spoke in a deep, demanding voice that sends chills down my spine.

“What?” I manage to squeak out.

“I will help you pull down the zipper,” he said. Before waiting for my reply, he pushed me back lightly and took a step inside. Without averting his eyes from mine, he lifted a hand behind him, and I can hear a click. Grabbing my bare shoulder, he turned me towards the mirror.

My mind flooded with many thoughts, attempting to grasp the current situation. His eyes no longer focused on me but concentrated on the zipper of the dress. I swallowed the lump that insisted staying on my throat as his blistering fingertips gently brushed on my back, moving my hair to the side.

My toes started playing with one another as I felt a single finger tracing down my back. Closing my eyes, I can hear the zipper sliding down, covering the tumultuous drumbeat in my chest. I placed both hands on my chest, clutching it tightly.

Our irregular heavy breathing increases the temperature in the small room. Never have I felt so untroubled being in a tiny place with another person.

As he traces a finger down my spine, I could feel my nerves tingling. I bit my cheek, attempting to hold back the forming moan wanting to escape my lips. Tightening my eyes, I can feel his fingers tracing on my bra that I desperately want him to rip off.

“Aren’t you going to take off the dress?” his lower lip grazed against my ear as he held my bare waist. Opening my eyes, I can see myself in the deepest shade of red. Glancing at Matt, our eyes immediately focused on one another.

“Take it off,” he spoke in a low and raspy voice without averting his intense stare. My mind void of any thoughts, when I saw him lifting his hands to the side of my dress. Slowly, he pulled it down-

Knock. Knock. “Ma’am, is everything okay?” a woman’s voice broke me out of my trance.

I grabbed my dress and pulled it back up, “Y-Y-Yes!”

We stood there in the same position, listening to her heels fading. Matt removes his hands, clenching it tightly. Shutting his eyes, he took a deep breath. “I-I’ll wait outside,” he said and swiftly left the room.

I placed both hands on my head, and the dress fell on the floor. My body shuffles, putting on my clothes, but my mind is drifting elsewhere. Imagines of Matt unzipping my dress continuously flashes in my head.

Only three words circle my mind: “Take it off."

Goosebumps surface all over my body as I replay those words inside my head. The thick, seductive voice I had never heard before was incredibly alluring. Without looking down, I know my burning core wants him. It wants him to push me against the thin walls while I wrap my legs around his waist. Making indecent love in this tiny room.

I pulled out my cell phone and messaged Alice.

SweetWaffles: Code green orange!

Growing up, Alice had always loved food, so she would give ridiculous nicknames for people she considers important in her life.

FluffyPancakes: First of all, that would be yellow, and I stop my lovemaking with Neilson for you! This better be good!

When Alice and I were younger, we created a color-coding system together when there are troubles. To not forget about it, we follow the colors of the rainbow.

Violet is the lightest, such as running out of a spoon when we are eating yogurt to red being the most troublesome.

We never reach code red.

SweetWaffles: First, ew! Second, Something just happens. Third, I need to relearn the colors

FluffyPancakes: And that is?

SweetWaffles: Matt came in and unzipped my dress.

FluffyPancakes: Oh, you guys bang? About time! Mental high five me girl!

SweetWaffles: No! We were in a public dressing room at the store!

FluffyPancakes: Your first time with him is in public!? Geez, Waffles! Kinky.

She sent me a winky face emoji, and I rolled my eyes.

SweetWaffles: No!

BakedMuffin: Congrats on getting wrecked.

Neilson sends me a simple face emoji with a smiley face. Looking at it, I can imagine him making the same face in real life.

BakedMuffin: By the way, that doesn’t sound like code yellow. More like code indigo.

SweetWaffles: What? Why are you here, Neilson?

SweetWaffles: And it is so, code yellow.

BakedMuffin: Group chat.

I looked at the top of my phone and realized it was a group chat.

Oh s**t.

FluffyPancakes: Forget the color codes! I don’t even know why we still have them. We always sidetrack and start arguing about the importance of the emergency.

BakedMuffin: You use code yellow for when you run out of cakes.

SweetWaffles: And you use code orange on me when you want fries.

FluffyPancakes: Anyways, what happened?

SweetWaffles: He told me to take off my dress.

FluffyPancakes: He wants to put his D inside of you.

BakedMuffin: Use condoms.

SweetWaffles: I’m messaging you for help!?

FluffyPancakes: Okay. There are two things you can do. One, go out and act as if nothing happened. Two pulled him back inside.

BakedMuffin: Three send him out for condoms.

FluffyPancakes: Stop being a hippo Muffin. [There was a photo of a Rhino.]

BakedMuffin: I’m not fat.

SweetWaffles: That’s a rhino.

FluffyPancakes: Pretend it’s a hippo.

SweetWaffles: Also, I think she meant hippocrite and one it is.

BakedMuffin: Don’t be such a sheep.

SweetWaffles: What do you mean?

FluffyPancakes: He is saying you follow the crowd. Most people would pretend nothing happened.

SweetWaffles: I am not a sheep!

BakedMuffin: Baaaaaaa~

FluffyPancakes: Baaaaaa~ [There was a photo of a herd of sheep.]

BakedMuffin: Nina?

SweetWaffles: What?

BakedMuffin: I think I saw you in that photo.

SweetWaffles: Shut up, Neilson.

SweetWaffles: And I’m choosing one!

FluffyPancakes: Boo, that’s no fun. I’m out. Message me when something fun happens. See yah.

BakedMuffin: Bye sheep :)

SweetWaffles: Not a sheep.

BakedMuffin: Fine.

BakedMuffin: Bye, chicken.

FluffyPancakes: [She sent a photo of a chicken.]

I rolled my eyes and put my phone away, with friends like them who need enemies.

After I finished putting on my clothes, I looked at myself in the mirror, ensuring that the shade of red was gone. I gave myself a quick nod and headed out.

“Took you long enough,” a deep voice said. I saw a pair of icy blues staring at me. The old playful look was back, but this time, it brought a naughty friend.