My Mr Dominant.

Chapter 6

Christine went inside the enormous mall, which belonged to the Wilson's. Lines of staff were waiting to serve her. They all smiled at her after seeing how pretty she was. She was so flawless with a perfect hourglass figure. Although, the staff looked normal and friendly, deep down they were afraid of annoying her. Some girls were also jealous of her beauty and figure. “Hello everyone, how are you doing?, ” Christine said friendly. The staff didn't know what more to expect from her. She was pretty, had the perfect figure and on top of that she had the sweet voice of a teenager. All the girls who had secretly dreamt of marrying Damien, saw their dreams shattering right before their eyes.

The staff aided Christine into choosing the wedding materials that would suit her the most. It was very hard to make decisions since Christine made anything look better on her. After spending almost 3 hours in the mall she came out, to see a very pissed looking Damien. He's face red with rage.

“What the f**k took you so long ?!!, ” he furiously demanded. Christine's baby blue eyes opened with fear. She had never experienced herself in such a situation. She was used to spending hours shopping, just to buy her everyday clothes and this wasn't just a normal day, it was shopping for her wedding. The most important day of her life. Did this man realize that 3 hours was the least time she had ever spent shopping. Damien was glaring at her furiously, his hand was slowing taking the shape of a fist.

Not knowing what else to do Christine started crying uncontrollably. She tried her best to stop but she couldn't. Damien saw her tiny body trembling with fear. “Okay, fine stop crying, ” Damien said regaining his composure. Christine glanced up at him, tears still coming out of her eyes. Damien had a strong urge to hug and console her but he shook it aside. “Marrying a barbie looking creature was not enough that God also added the quality of a cry baby in you, " sighed Damien. “I am not a creature, I'm a human being, " Christine pouted. “Well now, you look like a monkey, " added Damien.

“And you look like a strawberry faced bulldog, ” Christine said angrily. Damien had a very hard time trying to control his laughter. Christine's hair was messy with tears clinging to her eyes. She folded her arms and started staring outside of the window. The sight of her amused Damien. He started the vehicle and turned the radio on, Dance Monkey started booming out of the speakers.

“Wow, a song dedicated to monkeys, " said Damien. Christine looked at him angrily. “First, he made me cry now he's calling me a monkey, bloody i***t," she murmured. “Did you say something,?" asked Damien. “uhh... no, no, I didn't say anything," Christine hastily replied. “That's strange, because I think I heard the word “i***t”, " Damien replied. “Maybe, you are mistaken because I didn't say anything," Christine defended herself. The car stopped. Christine blew a raspberry behind his back (she thought he couldn't see him), got out of the car and ran inside the house.

Damien POV

Oh my god, she didn't even thank me for wasting three hours of my valuable time just waiting for her to finish shopping. Plus she's so childish, she blew a raspberry at me, and even called me a strawberry faced bulldog, no one has ever dared to do this things. Ah, but I had my fair share of fun embarrassing her and making her angry. Who knew barbie looking creatures could get furious.

Suddenly he remembered that she had said “I am not a creature, I am a human being".

Damien blurted out laughing. It was the first time he laughed with all his heart. He started the car and went off on his way. Thank God all my cars are soundproof, he thought.