Faking It Till Forever

Chapter Sixteen

CHARLOTTE

Andrew pulls up in front of Heidi and Hudson, a fashion boutigque ive been too a lot of times. He parks the car before finally releasing my thighs from his deathly grip. Not in the sense its too tight but in the sense that the effect may kill me.

“Waiting for me to pick you up princess” I didn’t realize I was still seated in the car until I saw he was out and leaning on the window looking at me. I open the door after unfastening my seat belt and walk into the boutique—greated by the caramel and chocolate scent ive grown to miss.

Before I started dating Adrian, during university V and I would come here pretending to be bougy and doing window shopping until when v got a job in aurora foods, her first pay check bought us both matching gowns in different coulours, mine white and v’s green.

“Ay-yaya!!!” jaxon beams approaching me with a dance. “Where have you been chica, ive missed you” he hugs me twirling me around then he gasps. “And my, is that a pearl I see?”

I pick it up nodding. “2020 marquess edition” he snaps his finger before twirling me around. “Yaass!!! Girl ive missed you, and your body” I smile before feeling a hard stare on my back. I turn around to find Andrew giving jaxon the death glare.

If jaxon felt the glare, he didn’t show it, in fact he proceeds to say. “And whos this hot lava that you brought with you?” I chuckle soflty feeling embarrassed. “This is Andrew, my… my—my friend” jaxon gave me a stare I know all too well before ushering us in.

“What are you in the mood to wear?” he holds my hand guiding me to my go to section. I rememberwhenever we come here, jaxon is on his break sitting in this sextion and we would sit down and rate shoppers outfit and what theyre gonna buy.

Andrew snatches my hand away from jaxon grasp before growling at jaxon. “Hands off” jaxon just smiles shaking his head and making a comment about how sexy his growl is. “fottuti gays” Andrew mutters under his breath, I make a note to make sure I ask freya the meaning.

Andrew spoke softly to jaxon—more like grumbled about what type of dress I need, I asked him what the ocation was, he ignored me and when I pestered on, he squeezed my thighs hard before bitting out a warning in Italian.

I got dressed in all of the dresses that he picked and even giving him a fashion parade but all I got was a nod of the head and bark of Italian to his phone. I got frustrated, if he was just goingto ignore me,then why did he bring me?

The situation was a lot better when jaxon was here and hyping me up, but he went on his break which fortunately—is about to end in three minutes. I picked up the last cloth out of the option given to me, it’s a short blue gown that’s backless. I get in the changing room, wearing the dress.

I look at my reflection and smile, I looked breathtaking, my hair in a low messy bun, the dress hugging my figure in all the right places. I turn around to see the black seams. I push oprn the curtain and stand in front of Andrew, he was in the middle of screaming at the person on the other end before stopping mid-screaming and finally looking at me.

He sits properly looking at me raking me from top to bottom—buttom to topand visibly gulping, and anger simmer in his eyes. “No” he growls hanging the phone up. “Youre not wearing this dress” I scoff looking at the pile of clothes in the corner.

“I beg your pardon?” hepoints to the dress with his finger like that’s drasticallymake me understand what he means. “Go change Charlotte” I wish that order didn’t just makeme obey him. With a huff, I turn around with a smile when I hear him groan about the back.

Still laughing, I enter the room and try drawing the zip, it hook in the middle and my breath hitches. “Oh-oh” I mutter to my self and trying to fix the zip, it seems to be stuck with the cloth. I try everything in my will to try to remove the dress—lie down, jump, and even roll, but nothing.

I peek my head, looking to see if jaxon is back to find Andrew standing outside. He titlts his head looking at my panicked face. “Problem?” he asks while I keep looking for jaxon. “Wheres jaxon?” I whisper covering myself and letting my face to be the only visible thing.

“Hes running up some customers” he answers while I look for any female employees roaming around, but I got nothing—andrews voice bringing me back. “So I ask again, problem?” I look at him praying—hoping he will morph into a female.

“Don’t let me disregard privacy respect, mio gattino” he warns and from the looks on his face, he looks deadly serious. I open the curtain for him to get in and he does so. I turn giving the curtain my back.

“So, I picked a size too small for my body” I gesture to the dress fidgeting with the hem of the gown. “And now it wont zip down” he looks calm and collected like what I sadi meant nothing to him—like hes waiting for the actual news to drop.

“Turn around” his voice vibrates in the small space like electricity. I shake my head retreating inside and leaning into the mirror. “Just call jaxon for me, hell be able to fix it” I counter sinking deeper into the mirror the more hes giving me his heated gaze.

“theres no way in f**k am I letting a fucker touch you” my n*****s harden at his harshness and how his ialian drips like honey. “He's gay for gods sake” I reply raising my head to show him im not scared.

“I don’t care, now are you going to turn around or should I make you?” I gulp down whatever feeling that’s making my body turn against me. I slowly turn around and hear him take a sharp breath.

I look at our reflection as he comes closer, he holds the dress and tries to remove the zip. My bosy feels so different, my t**s hard as rock waiting for any friction, my c**t throbbing for a rough hand to cup it, my body zapping with electricity.

He stops and looks at me from the reflection, his gaze dark with what seems to be desire. “waist beads” it wasn’t a question, more like a fascination. He grazes his hand on it and my breath hitch. “Who has seen you with waist beads mio gattino?” he holds my waist pulling me flush on his warm body.

He uses one hand to free my hair from the band before ducking to take a long sniff of my hair like he hasn’t had fresh air until now. He shifts my hair to the side looking at my reflection before leisurely sucking my ear lobe and playing with my earing, my eyes roll behind my head because the pleasure is too much.

I gasp when he bitesmy neck, I look at him. “Answer me” I cant even remember my name now and he wants me a question ive long forgotten. “Nobody” he smirks kissing my neck before his hand go south and I halt in my tracks looking at him.

“Good girls, get rewards” he answers before leisurely raising my gown and dipping his tattooed hand under my pant slowly rubbing my c**t in slow almost teasing circles, I close my eyes leaning on his chest. He pinches my c**t making look at him with questioning eyes. “Eyes on me”

He inserts his middle finger in my hole and a shiver rolls through my body. “So f*****g wet” he comments before pumping in and out of my hole using his thumb to message my c**t. Pleasure racks my body and with half lidded eyes I look at him.

He uses his othe hand pinching my n****e and rolling it between his forefinger and thumb, then proceeds to message it in a lethal whileincreasing his speed in my hole adding another finger, our breaths are the only thing heard in the room and my slickness.

Im right over the edge, I feel the tension building and building—the n****e, my neck and ear with my c**t having each attention has become an override for me. The chase comes close nd I roll my eyesclose but he stoppes. A whine escapes me when I open my eyes.

“I want you to look at me when I make you come” he uses his hands to make me look directly in his eyes before he continues his torture before riding on the wave and bringing me back over to the edge, we keep looking at each other sharing hested breaths and searching each others eyes. He forms scissors inside me and pinching my c**t which pushed me down the cliff making me ride in waves.

I bite his shoulders to stop myself from screaming, when I finally crash down from my waves, my eyes still dancing with stars, I hear the sound of a zipper and a feather kiss on my neck. He heads for the door stopping and giving me his back. “Pick a dress and meet me outside” and with that he left.

Left me chasing after the greatest orgasm ive ever had, leaving my c**t throbbing for more, my n*****s aching and my head pound all in need for—more.