Chapitre 24: Nikki

We spend the next two hours shopping. I’ve always been the kind of girl that hates shopping. The pointless dressing rooms, looking from rack to rack, but after the fifth store and the constant scowls I gave Bronson when he finally gave up and began picking out clothing for me, I sort of got into it.

I bought slacks, and blouses, two things I’ve never owned. I got shirts, shorts, jeans and about ten jackets that I wouldn’t know what to do with in ten lifetimes. The more he spent, the angrier I got and when we finally got to the last store and walked in to see nothing but undergarments, I was ready to pounce back.

“Why the hell did you bring me in here? I thought we already discussed my not sleeping with you?” I smirk at the cashier that looks over at us with an appalled expression. Bronson grabs my arm and drags me over towards the dressing rooms, clearly not used to being around someone that speaks their mind so easily.