6

Vanessa's Pov

"Care to explain where you were yesterday Madame" Becca gave me a scrutinizing look inside the car.

I swear I'm not even in the mood today. I went back home last night and had to attend to some clients online and also, today I was suppose to be meeting with my caterer and card printers too to talk about the prize and all those things millionaires do. Except that in this case, I am not a millionaire. I even feel like I should just hug them as consideration for the contract and have all the goddamn money to myself. I mean, who doesn't like money

"Nessa!"

Oh shit.

"Hi baby" I said, smiling sheepishly at her.

"Tell me the shit I want to hear" She looked at me with a death glare and I smiled awkwardly

"Uhhh you look hot?" I gulped because I know I'm in deep shit. I swear I wasn't even listening to her. Can someone please save me and tell me what her last statement was.

"I get that a lot from perverted old men. Tell me something new" She rolled her eyes at me

I think I won this time. Phew

"Sooo...why did you have me miss breakfast and also cancel half of my schedule for the day, Boss" I folded my arms.

I didn't tell y'all. This thick ass lady came over to my house as early as 7AM and told me to dress up. Which I didn't really do. I wore something but didn't dress up. But the worse thing was that I didn't even get the chance to eat.

"Guess what? We're going shopping. 5 star boutique mama and then to the salon" She said cheerfully.

"In the middle of the week???!!!!!!" I groaned. I tried not to scream loudly.

"Because baby girl, that's the only time I'm free" She said, giving me a duh look.

"And see what you made me wear" I pulled my hair in frustration

"Excuse me!!!! I freaking told you to dress up but you decided to act smart and I just let you. You should know me by now" She rolled her eyes at me.

"We're here" Ethan said.

"How do I look Ethan. Rate me from 1 to 100" I glared at him to show him that I'm not joking

"Good" He said curtly

"Do I look like a robot to you. I don't need those kind of replies" I frowned at him

"50" He said with a small smile. I looked at Becca who is typing on her iphone.

No wonder she didn't scold me for talking to her driver. She's busy.

"Manageable" I shrugged.

Honestly, I just wore an old grey sweatpants and crop top with a fine fancy flip-flop. I swear if I meet my clients there. I'm suing Becca

Find me a very good lawyer y'all cos my best friend would be behind bars soon!

"Okay, let's move. So you don't give my driver mixed feelings" Becca opened the door and I followed suit

"Bye Ethan" I blew him a kiss

Can't lie, the guy is hot. Could put him to use soon.

"No miss. Stay clear away from him. I do not want him to deal with me mercilessly when you guys have an issue"

"Chill. I'm not ready to be in a relationship" I laughed

"But you sure need to get that veejay serviced" She took a quick selfie of her self. "Get in here" she tried to capture my face

"Never. You tryna ruin my reputation or something?" I covered my face as I laughed.

"Yeah. I'm not trying to ruin my reputation too, I mean look at your goddamn hair. Messy buns." She put her phone in her purse and we entered into the boutique

5 stars indeed.

"Welcome Rebecca. This way" A brunette busty lady said to us. Sorry, to Becca.

"Time for shopping. You said who's that man in your life again. Cos we're going to be doing some real matchmaking with looks." She took the lead and I followed suit. I swear she looked like someone that knew her way around here.

"There is no man for goodness sake" I rolled my eyes and stopped when I see her standing in front of a door. I look up to see an inscription of SEXY at the top

"Thank you Beulah. I'll take it from here" She opened the door and we stepped in

"Regular customer?"

"You can say that. I swear you'll love their things" She started throwing clothes on my body and I just carried them.

"I swear you've been throwing party gowns at me. Don't tell me it's what I'm thinking because it's a no"

"Did I plead with you? Did I tell you to pick your card cos you'll be paying for your stuffs? So babe you'll do as I say cos I ain't smiling with you" She said, still throwing clothes at me

"Can we at least test the dresses first? I do not even like shopping" I dropped all the clothes on a chair that's close to a changing closet

Thinking about it, there are clothes in my wardrobe begging me to wear them. I should start doing charity soon with those clothes since it looks like unexpected shopping will soon be our thing.

"Go try them on" She smiled at me and I just take them into the closet and began to do a fashion parade for her. What was I expecting from someone that grooms models.

All she did was say Keep or Dump. Fair.

After 2 hours of changing dresses. I was famished and feeble and almost screaming.

"I need to check lingeries and i swear I'm done. We'll go eat" She said sympathetically.

I followed her into the lingerie shop but something caught my attention and i left her to check it out.

Lacey undies and a garter. I've been wanting to get a garter.

I pick up a Wine color lacy bra and undies and was checking if it'll fit my waist not until..

"It'll look good on you" Someone whispered to me and I jumped in fear because what the fuck.

That is fucking assault. Yes, because there was apprehension of fear. I knew deep down I should have been a lawyer

"Richard! You son of a bi- beautiful woman!" I clutched at my heaving chest. It's like my heart is going to come out soon.

You all know what I was about to call this guy right? Had to respect myself

"Looking simple" He brought out his phone and took a quick picture of me. Without my consent.

Oh the lawyer in me is screaming at me to file a suit against this man

"Stalking me?" I folded my arms

"Came to get undies for nobody at all. I usually rip girls undies and now I want to replace them after sex" He said, shamelessly.

Classical Billionaire lifestyle!

"Right" I turned around to pick another set of undies

"Now that you're here, I could get your size too. So I'll take this red or rather wine color hot looking piece, from you. For keeps." He winked and walked away with my goods and I just stand there dumbfounded.

Thank goodness I haven't paid for it. It would've been WAR.

"I just saw Mr Handsome. You good? You look like you could murder someone" Becca placed her hands on my shoulder

"Let's just go get something to eat. I have appointments." I sighed heavily and dropped the other sets of undies I had with me.

I'm mentally drained. I couldn't even argue with him about the pictures he took. I know that picture will be used to blackmail me. But hello? I have a life outside business and I don't necessarily need to dress to kill.

Right?