Chapter 75 075
Danica's POV
We remained in that position for what seemed like an eternity and my legs began to ache at some point but I soothed myself with the fact that her arrogant smirk was fast dissolving into an angry glare.
Great.
We were both displeased by the turn out of things right here, but neither of us was ready to let go of the lingerie.
I wasn't one to fight over inanimate things, and honestly? I could have let it go if she didn't have that stupid 'Goddess of all bitches' look on her face in the first place.
All she had to do was send me a pleading glance or ask nicely and I would have let it go even if it means regretting my decision later but right now, I've made the point that regretting my decision later because of a wench like this one, will be a waste of my time.
"Get your filthy hands off the lingerie, I got it first!" She muttered in a high-pitched tone that drew attention to us immediately.
She wanted attention? Then she would get it in full stacks. I don't care who the fuck she might be.
If they hadn't taught her good manners before she escaped her psychiatric home, then I'm going to do it for her right here.
"Well, I don't think so, doll lips. I doubt this would ever fit the likes of you, but either way, I got it first" I responded with a calmness that surprised me.
Her ears practically went red with fury and that was when I realized for sure that she was one of those spoiled kids from an influential family. Those that never had anyone talk back at them all their lives. But then I did it so easily without thinking of the consequences.
And it made her fucking fume.
Oh Hades' eyeballs, she was about to burst with fury but she went tongue-tied for several minutes before she eventually scoffed in disbelief, her eyes blazing arrogantly.
"And who the hell do you think you are, fucking lowlife?" She blurted and that did it because I stepped closer, tightened my grip on the lingerie and shot her a glare that made her rethink her existence for a millisecond before I returned the favor.
"If I'm a lowlife, what could we call a big woman like you who's still freaking wet behind her ears? I keep wondering" I drawled with a demeaning smirk and she raised her hand to slap me but I caught it midway and twisted, hard.
Of course, I'd caught the camera at a corner of the lingerie session, so I made it seem so normal, like I was just defending myself from an incoming hit.
Then she screamed, first from the pressure of my hands on hers, and then from frustration that someone who probably couldn't be a match for her was stepping all over her.
But what can I do? I didn't mean to be so rude either. I was simply mirroring the first impression she left on me.
"Someone get this church rat out of my presence!" She yelled in frustration, still trying to drag the lingerie from my hand.
Just when a few attendants came to intervene, I decided to let it go.
Surely I wasn't about to let a lingerie as pretty as this get ruined over one rude, overbearing bitch.
"You don't have to worry too much about us, attendants. There are just some people who can't help being a nuisance wherever they go" I mocked before heading to their counter.
"You fucking bitch!!!" She yelled but do I care? No, I don't.
"Either way, I picked the lingerie first, made the payments and I expect it to be stacked neatly as I leave the mall. You could probably get that back or find a brand new piece same style, same color, I won't mind" I told them calmly, gracefully and the lady at the front desk nodded once in understanding before disappearing into the area where the little McFakerson was still throwing a fit.
Five minutes later, I got exactly what I ordered and Hades bless my slightly wicked soul, I loved every bit of today's outing.
Except for how hard my legs were throbbing in those goddess cursed heels.
I couldn't wait to get them off.
The moment I walked out of the mall, a sigh of frustration escaped me. It took a lot of my self dignity to be that bold after she called me a lowlife. I've been called that half my entire existence, and I thought I got used to it but it turns out, I never got used to it.
I hated the word with every fiber of my existence. And I was tired of people like the spoiled princess I met today calling me names when they had no idea what regular people had to face to avoid looking so small and irrelevant among their peers.
They had no idea what it means to struggle as they've been sheltered all their lives, and those categories of people... Are the exact ones I'd never allow to power trip their mouths against me.
"That was quite the performance... For one lingerie" Killian pointed as we both settled in the car.
"You saw it?" I asked, feeling utterly mortified.
He nodded with a low chuckle.
"I did. I was about to intervene at some point, but then you showed me just how fine you were on your own" he muttered and I smiled despite myself.
"I'll take that as a compliment" I said as I shrugged to pull off my shoes without actually using my hands.
Killian must have noticed my struggles because one minute he was stacking his seat belt and the next minute he was suddenly at the other side of the car, yanking the door open before bending to get the shoes off.
"Thank you, for being such a gentleman" I muttered and he did one of those ancient courtesy that was meant to make me laugh before returning to the driver's seat.
It was quite late into the evening when we got back home and I wanted nothing but a refreshing bath and a quick nap before I thought about what to do with the lingerie I just got.
I've got zero skills in seducing a man. But I knew I would pull it off if I thought of something, just the same way I pulled off wearing heels for the first time ever without tripping on it.