Bab 14: Surprise (13)
Jake
“I do.” Her words echoed through the night. She will do it. She was looking up, staring at me expectantly, wanting a reply. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and stared back at her. She was shorter than me. Small. I towered over her with my 6'1" (1.85 meters) height. I reached over to her face and put the strand of her hair behind her ears. She swatted my hand away.
“Stop touching me. I may agree to your drama but don't think I will put up with your behavior.” She said. I put my hand back in my pocket. Then I fixed her with a stare.
“I have a party tomorrow in my house. Be ready and be presentable. My father's going to be there. You need to look convincing.” I said and started to leave.
“What? What party?” Her voice held panic. It made a question pop into my head. I turned to her. “Do you have something nice to wear? Or I have to buy you something?” I asked her. I thought she would be grateful to hear my offer to buy her a dress instead she looked offended.
“Who do you think you are? I don't need your dress or money.” She said clearly offended. I didn't say anything. I turned and left that place.
I drove to a nearby clothing shop. One of the top shops in the city. The gates opened and I walked inside it.
“Jake!” I heard someone call me from behind. As I turned, I saw an old man approaching me. My lips formed a smile.
“Hello, Mr. Kapoor. How have you been?” I asked him as he hugged me.
“I'm good. I haven't seen you in a while.” He said and looked around me.
“Are you here with your Mom?” I felt a hint of hurt going through my heart. I don't even remember when we last spent time together, much less to go on a shopping trip with her. Only if she had some time for me. I cleared my throat.
“Actually no. She's busy.” I saw realization coming on his face. I guess, everyone knows my family problems, or they all go through the same problems as our family. I didn't mind though my family not being together, it's better to stay alone than to live in a chaotic environment.
“I came here to find a nice dress for my girlfriend.” I said and realized I used “girlfriend” to describe Grace. But I guess it's fine because she is basically my girlfriend. Even if It is just for name.
“Girlfriend?” I noticed his incredulous tone when he said 'Girlfriend', even though he knew I don't do the girlfriend thing. I fuck and say goodbye. Nothing like a girlfriend or relationship.
“Yeah…” I didn't want anyone to know about my relationship with her but I guess people are going to find this out somehow. He didn't say anything and asked one of the employees working to help me find a nice dress, and he took his leave saying he had to be in a meeting.
I thanked him and walked to the ladies clothing section. There were some older rich women who were busy buying stuff. When they heard me and the employee walking in, they glanced up. Their eyes lingered on me more than they should have. I know I'm attractive but sometimes I get sick of women staring at me like a hawk. Usually I would have winked but right now I wasn't in a mood to do anything. I turned and started to look for a dress apart from what the employee was showing me.
No dress got my interest. After three minutes of going through racks and showing weird dresses I found no right dress. I thought I had to settle on an ordinary dress when a royal blue color dress got my attention. And I knew that was what I was looking for.
I walked and picked it up from the rack. I turned it around in my hand. It was made of silk.
“Pack it.” I said without looking at the price tag and moving towards the pay counter. The employee ran alongside me saying things like “Are you sure, sir?” and “It's pretty expensive?” It made me agitated. “If I said pack it that simply means I'm buying it, however expensive it is. Didn't you put it up to sale?” It shut her up. “Then pack it.” I said and paid for the dress.
I took the bag and walked toward my car. As I sat in the driver seat I put the bag in the passenger seat. Seeing the packet made me mildly satisfied by this shopping. I seldom go shopping and rarely get anything that I was looking for.
Next day, after dressing up myself, I drove to Grace's house to pick her up. It was Saturday anyway. So no classes. I messaged her time and place just to remind her. After some time I reached her home. I got out of my car, remembering to take the box of her dress, out with me. I walked to her door and knocked. There was no answer. It made me frown. I knocked again, a little louder this time. Still no answer. This time, when I knocked on the door, it almost sounded like banging. I'm not a patient person and I hated waiting. I was about to shout when I heard someone cussing. I stopped when I heard a distinct clink voice from the other side. The door slide opened a little and two beautiful black eyes and flushed cheeks looked at me from the cracking between the door and wall.
Grace looked at me with wide eyes and I gave her a confused look.
“Open the door.” I said and pushed the door to open it when it was stopped from a chain lock.
“Can you give me five minutes?” She asked worriedly and the look on her face made me even more confused. What was she hiding? I wondered.
“No. Open the door.” She looked back. Her body was hiding behind the door, only her face was on the show. I gave a yank which made her huff. She looked back at me and said, “Alright. Wait for a second.” The door shut on my face but it opened again, yet not completely just enough to let me enter.
I looked around to find what she was hiding. Nothing was out of place and everything seemed usual.
“What were you hidin…” My words got stuck in my mouth when I saw her standing there in nothing but a robe. Her hair was wet, and she was naked from the knees down. My eyes moved on its own record and examined her body. When my eyes turned back to look at her I saw her cheeks beet red.
My mouth watered then I realized it was open. I closed it with the realization.
She made an annoyed noise and crossed her arms around her chest. It made her boobs bounce up a little.
“Don't look at me like you've never seen a girl in a bathrobe.” That snapped me out of my haze and I smirked.
“Don't behave like other guys haven't seen you in much less.” I retorted. That taunt hit its mark, making her purse her lips in a thin line. Images of her standing in lingerie on the first day we met at her work went through my mind. She looked sexy.
“What are you doing here, Jake?” She said. I guess she was changing the subject but I went with it anyway. I extended my hand, showing the bag that hung from my hand. She hesitated at first but took it. She brought it to her ear and shook it. She looked cute and innocent. Like a kid who shook his Christmas gift to know what was inside the box. I smiled, a bit amused.
“What's in there?” She asked, absentmindedly. Her focus was still on the box that covered her dress. “Why don't you just open it and find out for yourself.” I said. She nodded, her mind seemed still absent. She took it out of the bag then again out of the box. Instead of opening it right away, she stared at the box. Then finally, she opened the box.
Wow.
Her whisper was barely audible but it was enough for me to hear her. She picked up the royal blue short line dress. She looked at me and asked, “Who's it for?” That question made me want to jump off the cliff. Goddammit women. “It's for the person who is holding it. Surprise.” I said, mockingly. I knew what was coming next. I held my hand out and stopped her from saying what she was going to say.
“I won't take it. I'm not going to wear it.” I mimicked her voice. “Save that for later. I'm not taking 'no' for an answer. Take it or it's going in trash. Your choice.” I told her.
“You would not do it.” She said. I walked towards her, took the packet and opened the trash can. I was just going to drop it in the bin when two hands stopped me. I straightened.
“Get ready.” I said.
She looked at me then to her dress and then back to me. I jerked my head back, silently telling her to go and change.
“I'll wait here.” I said and slumped against the sofa. She turned and left with that dress.
I waited around thirty minutes. All this time I went through my emails. I heard some struggling voices from her room but I ignored it. The voices continued until I heard a grumble with a soft voice.
“Uh… Jake?” I looked up from my phone to her closed room. “Yeah?” I spoke. “Could you come here and help me?” I raised an eyebrow. What she needed in help with. I closed my phone and entered her room. I sucked in a breath. She was fumbling with the chain in her dress at her back. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful. Her halfback was bare to me. It showed me enough that she didn't wear any bra. It also gave a perfect look to her neck. Slender and delicate.
I forced my eyes from her back to her fumbling hands that failed over and over again. I slowly walked and stopped behind her. Her perfume scent filled my lungs and I bit back the urge to inhale deeply. Pushing her hands away gently I picked the hook of the chain and dragged it upward.
Slowly. Very slowly.
She didn't do her hair, yet. I looked at her in the mirror, and she was already looking back at me. When she realized I was looking at her she turned her eyes away.
“I didn't do my hair. Just give me five minutes.” I grabbed her arms from both sides with my hands. I moved around her and picked up a clutcher. I picked a thick strand of hair from both sides and clutched it in the middle of her head.
“Perfect.” I told her and she blushed.
“Let's go.” I said.
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