Kristopher POV-
I never imagined myself to be in a women's store to decide dresses for my so-called to-be-wife with whom I'm not going to be married for more than one or two years. Sounds like...I don't know how to say this. I was following her inside the building while thinking that, will it really be that hectic as it is shown everywhere. I mean like those longs hours of shopping of women where the men are of no use but still has to be there. Just hope she doesn't take too long to shop for a single dress.
I brought her to the best shop which only some really rich or famous person can visit. It would be good if she doesn't know about the requirements of this place cause I won't like to answer it. She went inside and stood there for some minutes while looking around, observing. I also followed short behind. I am a regular here so I went inside without any checkup.
I stood there waiting for her next move. She looked around and went towards the receptionist. She asked in her confident and cold tone, "Bridal dress." The receptionist, looked familiarized to her tone but still did her work as assigned. Umm...familiarized? But I think this is the first time of her here cause there is no chance a surgeon like her could come here. Maybe she knew her somehow, outside from this place. Yeah, this could happen cause there is no way she could come here.
She went towards the elevator and turned around. She looked at me with a little tilt of smirk playing on her lips and a warning in her eyes that said-no, it commanded to be faster. She looked really hot while doing that, I wanted to play with her anger but I know she was already reaching her limit. You can tell that just by looking at her. It can't be more obvious. Maybe she wanted it to be obvious. I decided to give in to her, I don't want to let go something like her for someone else. I went towards her in long stripes to reach her faster which I did after some seconds. She went into the lift and I followed behind.
Here the lifts are more modern, you can press buttons or speak the number of floor you want to go. After all, their requirements are not for just name and fame. I opened my mouth to speak for 6th floor where the section of bridal dresses was present. But, I heard someone else saying 6th floor. I looked at the source surprised, she was leaning on her back with her arms crossed over her chest. She was all chill like she have been there or maybe she is always like this. A beep sound rang into the elevator and I blinked away from her. I was staring at her the whole time. I looked forward and started walking towards the big collection of dresses.
I turned around to see what she is picking and I was taken aback for what I saw. Are my eyes all good or am I seeing things? She is a girl, right? She should be the excited one to be able to shop her bridal dress here. There was information that she was always cold but there was nothing related to shopping or something saying 'not interested in shopping like things'.
She is fucking sitting there on a couch with her phone. She have to wear this dress and I'm choosing for her! What the actual fuck!
I quickly moved my hand away from the dress I was going to choose for her and walked towards her. I was irritated as hell right now, I'm sure of that. I stopped in front of her while glaring at her which I don't think she noticed. She was still busy on her phone.
I cleared my throat then she looked up and glanced around. She would've seen my glare focused on her but she ignored it like it's trash or something and asked, "Is it done? Can I go?"
Is this woman for real? It's not even 10 minutes since we came here and I'm all annoyed because of her sitting there and expecting me to do everything for her and the first thing she asks is this. I sat beside her and said, "Go try something on."
I just wanted her to do what I'm saying and get done with this as soon as possible. It's exactly what she wanted after all, to get away from me. I don't know how we will deal with each other after wedding when she would live with me.
She didn't move, I looked at her and I can tell by her expression that she doesn't wanted to do that like it is hell of work. She didn't looking tired after hours of work in hospital but who would've known that it was this tiring for her to go shopping. That would be a good joke. She opened her mouth to speak something but closed it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
She stood up from the sofa and put her hands on her hips looking around. She stood there looking at all dresses from afar. Then her eyes stopped and she let out a breath that was in between of a huff and a sigh. While she walked towards the dress, I followed her gaze and there it was. Nice, now we can go. I was happy inside but still a small part of me was sad that I wouldn't see her for two whole days and she would roam in the city unmarried. And the biggest thing at this time that kept nagging in my mind was that she was trying to get rid of me. What if some guy tried to hit on her and she didn't deny him or what if she changed her mind about the marriage-
No, no, no. I'd put some of my spies around her to make sure no such thing happens. That sounds good.
I again looked at the dress and it was beautiful. Has to admit she has a great taste. It was long enough that will reach past her ankle I think. Its skirt was made of some smooth looking fabric. It was fitted till the knee area then layers of fabric to puff it were also added in elegant patterns. It was off shoulder but not revealing anything. Just as I expected from her - 'not the showy but bold type'.
She took that dress and went to change. I waited for some minutes then I heard the click of the door opening and she came and stood in front of the mirror. She looked at herself and declared, "I'm taking this." I also nodded a little in agreement and ordered, "We want the same dress as that with the most intricating and comfortable fabric you have and more detailing by 2 days."
She just went towards the changing room to change into her clothes but I could feel the roll of her eyes at my statement even when she is not looking at me. She didn't said anything maybe because she wanted to get away from me right now.
We went into the elevator and she said, "It was perfectly fine."
"You will be over the whole social media after marriage and you want to be in that shit that was wore by many others. That would be such a shame for both of us. I'm not that poor you know."
She rolled her eyes once more, not even trying to hide it and it did hurt me that she is so carefree of me and my anger, only if she knew what I could do. We walked out of the elevator and she got a call. She went away to talk in privacy.
At parking, instead of going towards my car she went towards the exit. I immediately sat in my car and followed her outside. She sat in another car and it drove away before I could say anything. That did hurt my ego that I was doing so much for her and she just left like she doesn't give a shit to all this, I accompanied her for her dress-buying and she just walks away like that.
I also went towards the airport and told Trevin to get my plane ready so I could go to for the meeting right away before I calm down and her thoughts come invading my mind and stop me from going somewhere. I have to do something, so my mind and thoughts don't get distracted towards her. A part of me knows I'm attracted to her somehow but I'm not ready to accept it. I can't afford to.