Chapter 47 His Personal Showstopper

Chapter 47 His Personal Showstopper
Selena's P.O.V.

A few weeks Later 

Time has been flying since James entered my life. It's been almost a year since I met him. Every moment I spend with him is precious. Now that I've recovered completely, we just can't keep our hands off each other. The months-long wait for my recovery from the gunshot wound has made us even more crazy for each other.

Every chance we get, we kiss or fuck each other. We go on dates every few days, but we always end up fucking—whether it's in the car, the washroom, or the parking lot. Sometimes we rush home, but we never make it to the bedroom for the first round. It always happens outside the bedroom—on the hall floor, the dining table, the kitchen counter, or even the staircase.

Fuck! We're that crazy couple—madly in love and completely unable to resist each other. We can never get enough. When we’re apart, we ache for each other’s touch, our bodies desperate to reconnect.

This man drives me insane. 

And those small, sweet gestures of his—the ones that show how much he loves me and how special I am to him—always touch my heart. He looks at me like I’m the only woman on this earth. He treats me so well that sometimes I get emotional. God, he’s such a gentleman, and I fall in love with him a little more every single day. Our bond grows stronger with each passing day. My life is literally heaven on earth with James.

It truly feels like we’re two pieces of a heart, perfectly made to fit together—like the bracelet he gave me on our terrace date. We can’t wear it for now because of my parents, but soon we will. We’re planning to tell them about us after my birthday. James wants to tell them earlier, but I keep stopping him. It’s only been a few months since I gained my parents' love, and I’m terrified of losing it again.

It has been my dream since childhood to feel their affection, and I don’t want to risk having it taken away from me again.

Still, whether it’s today or tomorrow, we’ll have to tell them. And as much as I’m enjoying the thrill of our secret relationship, I know we can’t keep hiding forever.

I’m in the changing room of a lavish designer boutique, trying on the dresses James picked for me. I’ve come for the birthday shopping with him, and I’m so happy because Dad is throwing a party for me. 

He told me himself to go shopping. Before, he never even cared enough to check on me, let alone celebrate my birthday with genuine excitement. The parties used to be formal, filled with his colleagues and business partners—cold, impersonal, and suffocating. I always felt like an outsider at my own celebration, smiling for the sake of appearances.

Remembering about those days still makes my chest heavy sometimes. It was a nightmare which I had been living in since childhood. Thank God! I finally came out of it. 

Dad even wanted to go shopping with me, but a last-minute meeting came up. He apologised so many times, and for once, I could see it in his eyes—he really meant it. That’s new. That’s different. That’s the dad I’ve been wishing for since I was a little girl.

So now, it’s just me and James. He’s picked out ten dresses for me to try. I stand in front of the big mirror, smoothing down the purple fabric of an A-line strapless dress. I stare at my reflection.

It’s nice. 

After stepping out of the changing room, I walk toward James. He’s lounging on the sofa with his legs stretched out as he lazily scrolls through his phone.

How the fuck does he manage to look so sinfully handsome all the time? Just one look at him, and I get turned on. I always want to kiss him all over his face. I’ve become such a horny woman since meeting him. But honestly? I like it. What satisfies me even more is knowing that he’s all mine. And in his thirty-seven years of life, he’s never looked at another woman the way he looks at me. I feel so lucky. 

As soon as he senses me, his eyes lift and he looks at me. A smirk spreads across his face as he scans me from head to toe.

“Okay, what do you think about this one?” I ask, giving him a little twirl.

He raises a brow, taking his time. “Hmm... I’d say 7 out of 10.”

I pout. “Just a 7?”

I really like this dress—but honestly, I’ll wear whichever one he likes.

“It’s nice, but not perfect,” he teases, leaning back like he’s enjoying the show.

I roll my eyes with a dramatic huff and disappear back into the fitting room. A few minutes later, I step out in a sleek red dress that hugs my curves just right.

I catch myself smiling as I do a little ramp walk in front of him, striking a model-like pose at the end. He’s staring at me, that sexy smirk still on his face.

God, I feel like his personal showstopper and I love it. I can be anything for my man. 

He lets out a low whistle. “Not bad, little miss. 9 out of 10.”

“Almost there,” I say with a grin.

After a few more rounds of dress changes and playful runway struts for him—none of which get a perfect score—I finally try on the last dress. A white one. Elegant yet simple, flowing around my body like a dream with a slit, revealing my sexy leg and milky white thigh. I step out again like a model for him, and blow him a playful kiss at the end, laughing.

To be honest, I’m totally enjoying this. The way he admires me every time I come out—makes me feel like the most desirable woman alive. His eyes follow every curve, every step, and the way his gaze darkens with each new dress... God, it’s intoxicating. It really seems like he is saying through his eyes that I’ll see you after reaching home. 

He crosses his arms and looks me over slowly, taking his time. “that one’s not just a 10—it’s a 100. Come here,” saying this, he grasps my wrist and pulls me into his lap.

I gasp at the sudden movement, but I quickly wrap my arms around his neck with a smile on my face as he rests one hand on my thigh and the other plays with my hair.

I let out a laugh, my fingers brushing through his hair as I lean into him. “So, you finally approve?”

He traces lazy circles on my bare thigh, making me wet. “Approve? Selena, you look so damn hot I’m almost reconsidering letting you wear this in public.”

I roll my eyes playfully. “Oh, come on, James. It’s my birthday. I have to look my best.”

His grip on my waist tightens. “You already look your best every day, baby. But tonight... damn. You’re going to be the most sexy and beautiful woman in the room.”

And just like that with his words, he made me feel special again. He effortlessly does this every time without even realising it, making me feel so lucky to have him in my life. 

I don’t say anything. I just grab his face and kiss him, sucking his lips hard, pouring all the emotions into the kiss which I can’t express in words at this moment. 

He kisses me with equal intensity, his hands caressing my bare back, making me shiver and my pussy yearn for his touch. And I can feel him getting hard beneath me. 

As we devour each other’s lips hungrily and deeply, we lose ourselves in each other like always, forgetting completely where we are like always.

That’s us—madly, deeply in love who can’t resist each other.