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"I changed my mind. I don't want them."
"No? Why not?"
"They're not my style," she shrugged. "I know I won't wear them and I'd rather buy something I know I would wear," her lips tightened in a fake smile as she went back inside the changing room.
She didn't even try the skintight dress. But she did try the shorts and the crop top, coming out with an uncertain expression on her face.
Faded black and high-waisted, the shorts were on the baggy side. They might not have emphasized her delectable bottom, but they certainly showed enough of her shapely legs. But that wasn't the worst.
His pet had put on a tight crop top that barely reached the band of her pants, thus leaving a bit of uncovered skin in-between. Not much, but enough for Michele to fume.
Especially as he took in the entire ensemble and the way it made his pet look absolutely stunning.
"Don't tell me you don't like this one either," Assisi asked worriedly.
"I actually do," his pet replied, to Michele's dismay. "It doesn't make me look fat, no?" she asked, just in case.
"Of course not. You look stunning, Zia."
His pet nodded.
"I like it too, and it's very comfortable," she said as she smoothed her hands over her stomach, watching that area intently—happy that the baggy cut didn't mold to it.
"I'm getting it," she declared suddenly.
"I'm so happy," Assisi exclaimed, clasping her hands together and looking at his pet like a proud mother.
"Do you think I can keep them on? I really like them…"
"Of course. Don't you worry. Let's go to the register and pay…"
Michele couldn't listen more. He left first, before they could spot him. His anger was mounting by the second. In his mind, everyone was already looking at his pet.
Especially as they exited the store after they paid and continued to walk around the department store.
His eyes were riveted to her, so of course everyone else's must have been too.
Assisi and his pet stopped to get some ice cream before browsing a few more shops.
"Wait a moment, Vlad is calling again. The guy has no chill," she shook her head, leaving his pet alone in front on one of the stores.
Absentmindedly biting into her ice cream, she turned to look at the shop's window, admiring the display.
Michele bit back a groan at the way her plump lips stretched across the large piece of ice cream, some smearing around her mouth and making her look even more delectable.
How the hell was he going to survive until he could find the time to get her back if one outing was sorely testing all his restraint?
As he was contemplating that small dilemma, a man suddenly stopped in front of his pet. She didn't notice him until he spoke, turning to raise her gaze to him.
"You're very pretty," the man said, his lips widening in a smile. "What's your name?"
His pet blinked.
Michele did, too, flabbergasted that something like that could happen. Suddenly that was all the confirmation he needed that all his predictions would come true. No longer was it only in his mind, now everywhere he looked he could see people staring at his pet appreciatively.
"The fucking cherry on top," he muttered to himself, a twitch in his cheek as he prepared to act should the fucker linger. He'd never been a fan of public spectacles, but on this occasion he would make an exception.
If he dared to put as much as a finger on her…
