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ALTHEA
As soon as I bowed down to his requests, we were in the mall, looking for expensive dresses that he wanted to buy for me. Whenever I looked at their price tags, I got a mini heart attack but Alexander wouldn't listen to me. He picked up a dozen dresses that he liked and he was dragging me to the changing room. He handed me the dresses and pushed me in. I had been staring at the dresses before me for more than fifteen minutes. Every single time I tried to pick them up, I got scared that I might ruin them somehow.
Alexander was calling for me from outside constantly but I didn't answer him. I was biting nails, anxiety was biting me into my bones. I stepped back and gasped loudly when my back hit something hard. I could swear I had space behind me. I looked up and found Alexander standing.
He had this annoyed look on his face that made me gulp hard. “You have been standing here for more than twenty minutes, staring at the dresses? You didn't even touch them. What have you been doing?” Alexander asked me while pinching the bridge of his nose. He was trying not to sound so pissed but he failed miserably.
“I don't want to try them. What if I tear any of them and you would have to pay for no reason. I have gained weight. I don't want to ruin these dresses.” I whispered, my hands were on his chest.
It was a wrong move. It seemed like ever since we had started sleeping on the same bed, anything I did could trigger intimacy between us. We wouldn't touch each other. But every single time, I saw his manhood growing and going out of control in his pants. Especially when he was at home, in his grey sweatpants. It would look larger.
Before I could retreat my hands, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me up. My legs wrapped around his waist on their own like they had grown a mind of their own. With one hand, he grabbed both of my hands behind my back and he slammed me against the wall. With his other hand, he cupped my cylinder neck. My own blood started rushing south. He was not the only one getting horny with simple touches.
“Do you want me to take your virginity here, in this mall?” Alexander whispered in my ear, his words were laced with the lust he was feeling for me. Sometimes, I felt strangely proud of making him feel this way only for myself. I knew he was going crazy but he wouldn't make a move on me without my permission.
When I didn't answer his question, he pulled away a little to look at me. I wanted to tell him no. But my words had died in my mouth. I wanted to shake my head but I couldn't do that either.