Chapter 185 THE FUTURE MRS MERCER.
AURORA’S POINT OF VIEW
Those words….Aurora Mercer…. I’d never thought much about what Kai and I were up to as fake fiancés. However, hearing those two words side by side…I’d never expected the raging need to rise inside me. I wanted it… for some reason, I wondered what it would be like to stand at his side, to be called that, not in a fake way, but for real.
At the same time, I shook my head, ridding myself of those thoughts before I did something to harm myself with delusion. Kai could never like me….I was nothing like the girls he hung out with. Kai was notorious for dating, or if you can call his crazy fucking dating, blonde girls…well, girls with silver blonde hair.
Morgan had silver blonde hair, and every other girl I saw around him, except Sloane, Amara, and Seraphina, had the same color of hair. I had hair as dark as the forest once it hit twelve midnight…it was so dark, having to dye it blonde would probably require the lord’s intervention.
"Don't look so terrified, Green," Kai murmured, stepping closer until the heat from his body chased away the morning chill backed by the sun…I swallowed, the scent of his cologne wrapping around me, and wafting into my nose so it made me shiver.
He reached out, his thumb catching a stray lock of my hair and tucking it behind my ear…that brief contact…I felt it in between my toes. I must have given myself away with my facial expression, because he chuckled and pulled slightly away from me. but not so much that I didn’t smell him anymore. "It's just a name. But in this city, that name is a bulletproof vest."
He didn't wait for me to argue that.
He grabbed my hand and led me into the boutique. The second we stepped in, I gasped… if I thought The Mercer mall I’d walked into the other time was luxurious, I was utterly mistaken. The place was a fucking palace!
I gasped, mouth open as we walked further in.
“Close your mouth, green,” Kai remarked, taking me over to where three beautiful female stylists, accompanied by one man in front of them, stood. “All this will be yours anyway.” I could swear I heard him mumble…..no….I’m thinking too much about it. The three stylists in black suits bowed so low once he stood in front of them, their joint voices echoing;
“Hello, Mr Mercer. How may we be of service to you?” one of them asked, her eyes darting to our joined hands with surprise. For a second, I swear I saw her glare so harshly at me, as if she wanted the grounds to swallow me, before that look disappeared to an oddly flirty one in front of him.
Kai did not once glance at them. Rather, he perused the line of clothes, shoes, and accessories strewn out before us.
“I take it her hairstylists are present now?” He asked, lighting a pair of heels I liked to think were death traps for someone who wanted to die before turning to me, squinting his eyes as if he could see me in them.
“There is no way I will be dressed in that, you crazy ogre.” I pulled away with caution, hiding behind the clothes as if they would protect me.
“One word. Morgan.” He said that familiar glint in his eyes was returning. He smirked, holding the shoe out to me. “Two words…Tobi and Morgan. “ He came even closer. “More words put together; Tobi, Morgan. Denise, your father, and all your mother had to go through.” He stopped once we stood face to face, no ounce of space between us. “All you had to suffer alone.” He whusprd tose last words as if he wee a wizard. And his magic worked.
“Give me the damn death traps,” I said, picturing the look on Morgan’s face when I got to that party tonight. Apparently, it was Sloane's birthday, and Lucien, Ace, Theo, Cassian, Amara, and Seraphina were throwing a huge party for her.
Usually, for such parties, scholarship kids would not be in attendance. However, courtesy of my father and my fiancé here, I get to be invited to these things since I'm rich now.
Well….not rich…fucking wealthy.
“That’s a good girl.” Kai patted my head with a devious smirk before turning around to face the waiting stylists. “I take it Jean is present?”
“Yes, Mr Mercer.” One of the ladies replied, her name tag reading, Ashley. But just as she did, the second woman whispered, and Ashley had a horrified look at once. “S-s-sorry, sir…. turns out Jean never received the email to be present today.”
The moment she said those words, Kai’s already formal expression with them turned to stone. He glared so hard, I feared they would become statues if he continued for a second more.
“Um….who is Jean and why is he needed here?” I asked, trying to melt the ice. The poor staff already trembled, and I knew how terrifying Kai could get. We only spoke like this because we’d spent two weeks together. So I knew him a bit better.
“Your hair stylist.”
“Hair what now?” I repeated, taken aback.
“Stylist, green…you’re getting a haircut. Or you were supposed to until they screwed shit over.” He turned to them again. “Should I fire and blacklist you? Is that what you would like?” I was watching the Kai I knew from weeks before in action.
“N-no sir….please.” They trembled, and Kai pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
Ashley stepped forward then, her tone breathy for some weird reason. “Mr Mercer.” She leaned closer, flashing her exposed cleavage until it was all in his face. “How may I be of assistance, please? I assure you….” She caressed his upper arm, her snake-like eyes now on me with that cocky smirk as if she was telling me;
‘I got your man, bitch.’