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So, my decision to follow her isn’t the same as it once was. I can’t understand it myself, but I’ll stay at her side; I will protect her.
Wait…
Where did she go?
“Miss Romani?” I hear Dominic call her name. “Isabella?”
Christ, I lose myself to thought for a second and she slips by both of us. My heart starts thumping in my chest, as I survey the crowd. All of them are going about their day, eyeing Dominic down and confused and annoyed at the man yelling in the crowd.
Last I saw, she was making her way into a clothing store. I head over to it, because it’s the best bet I’ve got. I stay out of Dominic’s way, not wanting to raise any alarms or have his involvement encroach on my time with Isabella.
Christ, why did it have to be a dress shop? I’m going to stick out like a sore thumb in here. Still, I swallow my pride and still my nerves, entering the lowly-lit shop. It’s quiet, unlike the loud main square of the mall. All eyes are on me as I step in, the only man among a sea of women.
Soon, it dawns on me; this isn’t just a dress shop, it sells lingerie too. A few of the clientele give me disgusted looks. They probably think I’m some kind of pervert, picking out an outfit for a wife who’s far too young for me. Where’d that thought even come from? They probably don’t even care that I’m in here, let alone for whom I’m shopping.
I can almost feel my cheeks flushing red with embarrassment, but I carry on my path; walking through the rows of dresses, bras, and panties. I want to call her name, but I know I can’t. If I spot her, I’ll have to duck and run before she sees me.
I make my way through the aisles, trying to avoid eye contact with the women trying to pick out sexy outfits for their lucky partners. I don’t get very far, before a hand clutches my wrist. It tugs hard, making me miss a step and collapse in the direction it pulled.
Then I see her, Isabella Romani, dressed in an all-white set of lace lingerie. I swallow audibly. She’s standing with her hands on her hips, and her cleavage on full display. My cock springs to life in my pants. I shove a hand into my pocket, awkwardly grabbing at my manhood and hoping she won’t notice.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” she spits.
What a fuck up. I don’t think I can dig my way out of this one.
