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“Oh, I see. Well, I’d be happy to help.” She gives me a flirty smile, once again ignoringBruja.
“Good,” I tell her coldly before turning my gaze back to Vicenta who has a cocked brow directed at the woman. I pull her closer to me, gaining her attention and laying a kiss on her soft cheek. “There’s no price limit, so get whatever you want.”
She blushes and moves away, making me grin at her retreating back, the store lady glancing over her shoulder as she follows after her.
I move back to the front of the store and find a seat near the entrance where I sit and wait out what I’m sure will be a long day of girly shit.
EIGHT
VICENTA
“Porfa” by Feid & Justin Quiles
The saleswoman leads me to the dressing room and asks me to get undressed while she runs off to get her measuring tape for my sizes. I sigh with relief at being able to take off the stupid shit dress that looks like it was made in the eighties. The hideous outfit was paired with flat, black ballerina slippers that felt as uncomfortable as they looked.
I’ll never trust Lupita to shop for me.
Standing in my panties and bra, I stare into the mirror, moving my body from side to side. I thought I’d look different after losing my virginity, but I still look the same. It’s the inside that’s different. My heart flutters in my chest anytime I’m around Alvaro, like he’s some kind of heart attacking virus.I hate it.
I used to be the girl who treasured her loneliness, whose only desire was to be her own person and rule her own mind. Now though, it’s like those things have been altered in a small but significant way. I don’t want to be alone—at least, I want to be aroundhim. Socializing with others is still a nuisance though. My mind, which hasn’t known a moment of peace since meeting him, hasn’t bothered me with its constant flow of thoughts like it normally would have.
I have changed, but it’s all hidden away inside like a dirty secret.
Maybe it’s how well he fucks me, or maybe its the fact that he’s my only—somewhat—friend here.
“Ah, here we go,” the woman says as she enters the dressing room.
She begins her task of getting my measurements before asking me questions about my styles and tastes. I do my best to explain, but I wish I had my phone in order to show her some of my choice outfits.
She flits around me like a busy bee, showing me some outfits she thinks would look perfect on me. I try a few on, tossing some in thenopile but placing a lot more in theyespile. If I’m going to be forced to stay here, I might as well make them spend money on me. Maybe they’ll assume I'm high maintenance and toss me out on my ass.
I try on the final outfit, a maroon dress that hugs my body in a beautiful and flattering way. The color compliments my golden tan, or so the saleswoman said. Still, I do like it. I grab the strappy black heels she thought would go great with the dress and put them on, finding them as uncomfortable as the tight flat shoes, but they look a hell of a lot better.
They make my calves look fabulous and the tightness of the dress definitely helps in the ass department. Overall, I actually love this outfit; I just wish I was wearing it back at home rather than here. I sigh and move away from the mirror, leaving the ugly dress on the floor.
I walk slowly through the store, my eyes scanning for Alvaro, but he finds me first.
“Te ves muy hermosa, Bruja,” he says smoothly as he stops in front of me, his eyes scouring my body.
“Oh,lo sé,” I tell him with a playful wink, feeling so unlike myself as I turn and move toward the glass counters where shining jewelry blinks in the brilliant glow of the light.
“Of course you know.” He walks up behind me, placing his hands on either side of me on the counter. My eyes shoot toward the entrance where his guards were stationed, but I don’t see them anywhere.
Alvaro moves my hair from my neck and dips his face down, inhaling me like I’m his personal bouquet of flowers.
I close my eyes and allow myself to feel him for a moment before pushing his hand aside and stepping out from his cage. I can’t afford to let him burrow himself deeper into me. I’ve already changed too much since meeting him, I can’t allow him to change me any more.
“We can’t keep doing this, Alvaro. Your father has already taken me away from everything I know like I’m a piece of furniture being moved around. I don’t need you to play with my heart too.”
The more I speak, the more I realize how truly upset I actually am. How pent up my anger is, and how well Alvaro helps me to bury it deep with just his eyes on me.
“I’m not yours, and I’m not his. I’m just here to play a part in his silly games.”
“Bruja,” he says as I try to move past him. He wraps his large hand around my bicep, pulling me to him, but I twist my arm free, moving back so he can’t touch me.
“And stop calling me that! My name is Vicenta Guzmán—”
Alvaro grabs my arm and pulls me hard, shoving me back into the dressing room where he crowds me. I turn my face from his when he leans into me, but he grips my jaw and forces it back.
