Page 60 of The Billionaire's Destiny

Xander swept us from boutique to boutique in a whirlwind of chatter and laughter. Everyone treated him like he was their bestie. He introduced me around, and I had so many clothes and lots of business cards.

“I won’t be able to wear all this stuff,” I said, handing the bags to Zane after yet another clothes shop.

He chuckled. “I’ll have to get a car with a bigger trunk.”

We stopped outside of Fou de Toi. “Fou de Toi, Crazy for You, is a nod to Madonna, and don’t tell me you don’t know her.” Xander peered at me with amused scrutiny.

I rolled my eyes, smiling. “Of course I do.”

He laughed. “Damn right. This is top designer Hayden Madsen’s shop, and his style is the over-the-top flashy that you see at music award shows and upscale dance party wear. Wyatt, my better half, is one of his designers.”

“Great,” I said to him. “Will I meet the better half?”

“I’m trying,” he said and pouted. “He doesn’t like to leave Paris.” We walked in and “Bad Romance” was on in the shop, and Xander started dancing. “Girl, do you know this dance?”

I grinned. “I do.”

He cocked a brow. “Let’s see you work it.”

I grimaced. “Right now?”

He shrugged. “No one’s watching us except Zane, and he’s friendly.” Xander struck a dramatic pose with his hands entwined over his head, his back arched, and his leg. “Lina time.”

I glanced around, half in disbelief, and laughed. No one in the shop was watching. Still, I set down my purse, rolled my body, shimmied, bounced, dropped to my knee, pop-locked, and struck a final pose.

Xander threw his arms around me. “Oh, girl. You’re my new favorite person in the world.”

I laughed when he let me go.

He fanned himself. “I didn’t know I could still be surprised. I thought you were uptight.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Uptight?”

He shrugged. “I’m judgy. So, tell me, where did you learn to dance?”

I grabbed my purse. “I just learned to make my brother laugh. YouTube had endless tutorials.” It was one of our survival tricks with my father. Reading, painting, and when things got rough, I’d dance for Jacob, and he’d light up every time.

“Okay. Okay. You don’t want to just look fire; you want to dance.”

I nodded. “Yes. I want to dance my ass off.”

He swirled a finger in the air. “Recalibrating…though I’m not ready to give up the sexy dress. But I’ll consider a crop top and leather pants.” A beautiful woman with pink hair strolled up to us, waving her hands. “That’s my ex, Paola.”

My mouth dropped open. “Oh, I thought…”

He jutted his chin. “I don’t do labels.”

He picked up mini-dress after mini-dress, short shorts, and bra tops, and every one of them would make Rocco freak out like he did at the dress for Cannes.Rocco said I needed to be young,but that wasn’t my only concern.“What if I get recorded again?”

Xander gave Paola a dress to return. “You’re going to have to let that go and assume you are always being recorded and live your life. You can’t isolate yourself with a celebrity husband.”

Xander’s advice was good. Celebrity was a part of Rocco’s life, and I had to just deal with it. I was no longer anonymous; people filmed me with my father. We couldn’t isolate and I wanted to celebrate and have fun. “You’re right. Let’s do this.”

“Good,” Xander said and squeezed my arm.

Paola approached Xander, and he clasped her by the shoulders, kissing her cheeks. “Ciao. Hayden is still punishing you. He’s a beast.”

She shrugged. “He’s sponsoring a test line. He owns me.”