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“It’s nothing. Kailey brought me here to shop. We ran into your dad, and he wanted to make sure I was taken care of. That’s all. I’ve never even used it.”
Abel glaringly stuffed his hand into his back pocket as he threw out his wallet and pulled out his black American Express card. Angrily, he told the woman, “From now on, Chan has her own account. And put this card on file. Anything she gets from here on out will be charged to this card. Got it?”
The woman gulped, and her eyes danced between him and me. I gave her a weak smile and nodded, letting her know it was ok. “Yes, of course.” She glanced at the name on the card, and her eyes widened. “Mr. Hartford, we’ll remove her from the other account and create one for her.”
“Thank you.”
The salesclerk worked as fast as she could and had us out of the store as quickly as possible with a guaranteed promise our purchases would be delivered to my dorm within the next couple of hours. Abel then called one of the new frat brothers and instructed him to ensure my clothes were correctly delivered. When he finished the phone call, Abel stomped off, and the woman looked at me apologetically.
“It’s okay. Thank you,” I said and ran after Abel.
“What the hell, Chantilla? Were you ever going to tell me? You’re not to accept anything from him. Not anymore. You’re mine.”
With Abel’s quick pace, I had to run to keep up, and I looped my hand around his arm and pulled him to a stop. He fumed, and his face had hardened in anger. “You’re going to get rid of everything he bought from here. You have a new wardrobe. Burn it.”
Abel’s reaction was over the top, even though I was well aware of his hatred and anger toward his dad, but I didn’t want to cause any upheaval. “Okay, I’ll get rid of them. It was only a couple of outfits anyway, but I didn’t have much. It helped me to get a few things that didn’t make me even more of a pariah at school.”
“You don’t have to worry about it now.”
Nodding my head, I tried to reassure him. “I know.”
“Is there anything else my father has done for you that you haven’t told me about?”
“No, nothing.”
“You better not be lying to me.”
“I’m not, I swear.” Or at least not about that. I frowned, tempted to tell him about the SD card, but he’d get apoplectic on me if I told him about it right now.
“You’re mine. I provide for you, not him, never him or any other man.”
To calm him further, I stood on my tiptoes and softly kissed him. “I promise I won’t accept anything from your father or any other man.”
Abel stood firm and didn’t react to my kisses. He kept his eyes narrowed on me as I soothed him. A couple of moments passed before he relented and kissed me hard. People started catcalling, but Abel tightened his hold around my waist and wouldn’t let me complete the kiss. Only when he was ready for it to end.
“Now, you need underwear.” He dragged me behind him as we entered a very high-end lingerie shop.
The boutique had the most beautiful bras, panties, and nighties I’d ever seen. The materials ranged from sweet cotton to raunchy latex. I never understood why people would spend a fortune on this, but having all my sexy times with Abel, I gathered the appeal and wanted him to tear things off me.
Based on how he liked me dressed before, I went to the sluttier section of the store. I tried not to blush when I found crotchless panties, and then I imagined wearing a pair under the pleated skirt Abel seemed to love so much. Ideas started percolating in me as I pulled a pair from the display.
“No, baby, none of this.” He took the panties and put them back, leading me to another section where silk and lace with intricate details scanned the wall, shelves, and tables. They were beautiful. “You’re to be classy. Sexy, not slutty. My woman isn’t slutty.”
As he spoke, Abel’s hand trailed down my spine and curved on my lower back, and his pinky skimmed over the top of my buttocks, and I shivered.
Without delay, Abel picked out a couple of pieces, and when I touched them, the silk was so soft I wondered how it’d caress my skin, especially when his hands were roaming over me. My breath caught, and Abel smirked as he grabbed one in every color.
“Let’s get you to try these on as well. I’m due for another fashion show.”
Blushing, I hid my face in Abel’s chest, and he laughed as he got a sales associate’s attention, and he Pretty Woman’d this shopping spree as well.
Chapter 3
Chantilla
When we arrived at the college, Abel took me straight to my room, helped me grab all my old clothes, and threw them away. He didn’t even want me to donate them. So disgusted with the idea of his father paying for my clothes, the fires of hatred and anger ran deep in Abel.
Everything arrived, and organizing and filling my closet with all he had bought took us a solid hour. Amazingly, I was enthralled with all we loaded in there. Even though my mother married very wealthy men, she didn’t spend a whole lot on me. Sometimes, they’d take me shopping, but I was restricted to my school uniforms and loungers around the house since I didn’t get to go out much. When an event arose, I’d get a dress and have to wear it a few times.
