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I feel he got me quite dressed up to be cruising dark alleyways.
“You’re going to need to be patient,” his hand slides along my thigh. Between the crotchless panties and how short this dress is, he is easily able to brush his fingers against my pussy. And he does. Just enough to tease me.
“I need to make a quick stop to help Andres with something,” he pulls the car to a stop in the middle of the alley.
“Here?” I look around at the questionable area we are in.
“It’ll only be a minute,” he exits the car and walks around to my door before helping me from the car.
He leads me to a door on his side of the car. Knocking twice, it opens and Andres is waiting on the other side. Alex passes him the keys to his Alfa Romeo, and Andres walks past us into the alley. As the door clicks shut, Alex places his hand on the small of my back, leading me down a dark hallway.
We turn a corner, and he walks me through the dark. Coming to a stop, he wraps his hand around my waist and the lights flicker on.
“I want the whole city to know you’re going to be my wife,” he pulls me tight against him, as I take in the view before me. It is a jewelry store, a luxurious, high-end jewelry store. It is well after hours, and they are open solely for us.
“Pick whatever one you want,” he whispers against my ear, “I want you to love it, because you’ll be wearing it for the rest of your life.”
“Alex…” He ignores my discomfort at this situation and drags me to a display case and points to an absolutely gorgeous ring.
“I will not take no for an answer. I will worship you and spoil you as I see fit,” leaning into my ear, he whispers quietly, “and that does not pertain to just the sweet little cunt you keep between your thighs.”
Spending his money feels weird, even if I have agreed to be his wife.
“You’ll get used to it,” he speaks as though he reads my mind.
With him slowly walking behind me, I browse the contents of the display cases. Every single ring I pass is absolutely beautiful. Even the ones that aren’t my style are stunning.
Like I have a style.
I walk past a ring that stops me in my tracks. Pointing at it in the display case, I look at the gentleman standing behind it and ask, “How much is this one?”
Turning, I see Alex shaking his head at the salesman.
“The One, in a 1.25 carat cushion cut diamond,” he pulls the ring from the display, “is a Harry Winston favorite, ma’am.”
My head snaps around to Alex.
Fucking Harry Winston?
In a matter of a few hours, you pulled a private shopping experience at Harry Fucking Winston?
Who are you?
“Would you like to try it on?” the salesman questions.
“Yes,” Alex answers for me when I don’t respond, “she would.”
Taking the ring, Alex gently slides it on my finger.
“This is too much,” I shake my head at the ring. It is gorgeous, more than most little girls dream about.
“Look at me,” his finger under my chin tilts my face up to meet his. He stares at me for a moment in silence.
“This is the one,” he says to the salesclerk without breaking eye contact with me, “We’ll take it, and the coordinating wedding band as well. Would you like anything else,cerecita?”
I shake my head in response to his question. Without waiting for a total, he pulls his wallet from his jacket pocket and slides a credit card across the counter. A moment later, he is passed a receipt and a small bag containing the box for the wedding band.
“Thank you, Mr. Marcano,” an elderly gentleman at the front of the door unlocks the door, “Please do not hesitate to reach out if you and Miss Drake would like to come shopping in privacy again.”
