After the contract had been completed, Hayden and I had left the premises and back into the now parked car where Tony the chauffeur had been patiently waiting. It was still before noon but the city was bursting with people and seemingly busy lives. The day was still long ahead of us and I have yet to really understand what Hayden has in plan for us.
"So what's my first task as your assistant?" I asked curiously as Hayden and I both stepped into the vehicle. Tony gently closed the door behind us and ran back to the driver's seat where he quickly buckled his seat belt, switched gears, and began driving on the street.
"We're going shopping today and I need you to be a model for the clothes I'm getting," Hayden said casually.
"Why would you want me to model men's clothing?" I said, completely confused.
"Who said they were? They're for you obviously, we need you to look the part if you're going to be with me all the time as my assistant."
"Look the part? My regular clothes are not good enough?"
"No, I can tell they're always outdated and you don't bother dressing up, but then again you can't really dress up with cheap clothing anyway," he shrugged.
"Okay then," I sighed, "so that'll be today's schedule?"
"Only part of it, after that we're going to a spa to relax and we'll go for a celebratory dinner since you're now my assistant and whatnot."
"You go to the spa?" I slightly giggled.
"What?" Hayden said, clearly offended, "you think my handsome face comes naturally? Please, I know it's not manly or whatever to go to a spa but it does absolute wonders for your face, clears your skin, and prevents aging."
"I'm not, I'm just saying it I didn't take you as someone who frequents the spa, don't middle age ladies usually go there?"
"Right back at ya, I didn't think you were the type to assume my supposed masculinity, or whatever the millennials call it these days," Hayden rolled his eyes.
"Sorry, I just asked a question."
"It's fine, but that is the plan today, not much working as you thought right? I hate to say it but I told you so, being with me is going to be fun," he smirked.
"It's not all fun and games, it's only the first day and I am still skeptical, but it's fine for now I guess," I responded hesitantly.
Before Hayden and I could continue our conversation, Tony pulled into a parking spot in front of a grand building, presumably an extremely fancy department store of sorts. When we got out of our car and walked into the facility, a full directory with super expensive brand names were written all over it, causing me to tense up a little.
"Welcome, Mr. Whitehall and Ms. Hayes, please follow me to the VIP room," an attendant, who had probably been expecting us, greeted as she approached us.
We followed the attendant up the elevator and to a private area where there were only a couple of employees were working, it certainly looked like they had been expecting us for some time now. It was a big room filled with endless clothing racks placed along the sides of the walls, and a large change room in the back followed by many comfortable looking couches to sit.
For the rest of the time in this room, Hayden had instructed for the attendants to dress me up in all different styles of clothing. They had first measured my body to ensure that all of the clothing being brought out were at least my size. Occasionally, there would be an item or two that were too big or too small, but that was apparently not a problem as they had a customized tailor to fix these issues. Overall, almost all of them were fancy and stylish, but none of them were within my budget. Hayden Whitehall was certainly unbothered, as he's willing to pay unnecessary amounts of money on all these clothes and services just because he didn't like my existing clothes.
"How do you even have all this money to buy this stuff?" I asked as an attendant put a shoe on my left foot.
"Money laundering," Hayden joked, "because we just do, don't question it and just enjoy."
I must have entered and exited the change room a hundred different times, my version of modeling was simply getting out of the change room and in front of Hayden and the attendants. Over the course of a couple of hours, I have learned interesting facts such as to carefully choose my colors and avoid fabrics that don't compliment my body. Hayden had mostly spent his time on his phone, occassionally looking up when an attendant asks him what he thinks about the style. It didn't matter to him as much as what was on his phone, but overall he was happy with what they had to offer for me.
"As long as she can fit, we'll take them all," Hayden announced.
"That is so many clothes, how will fit in my house?" I asked immediately.
"Your new apartment is half a floor and you have a walk-in closet, what are you scared of?"
"Nothing, just curious," I lightly sighed, "this is all happening way too fast."
"What do you mean?" Hayden asked, and his interest back to me instead of his phone.
"If you treat your assistant as nice as this, I am scared to know what you will treat your future girlfriend or wife or whatever girl," I said, "this is so much money wasted on me."
"First, it's not a waste of money because you're my assistant, and being with me you have an image to keep so this was more of a mandatory errand more than anything," Hayden explained.
"Second, I don't need to do these things for my girlfriend or wife, they would have enough money to buy their own clothes anyway," he added and winked.
"Right, I'm your charity case," I said while judging him.
"No, feel free to pay for these all you want, I'd like to see you try really, I'm just saving you the hassle by paying for you, not stop acting ungrateful and just enjoy this."
It was honestly one of the weirdest experiences ever being touched and dressed while others were present, but it was kind of fun playing dress-up for a day. Hayden had made one last instruction for them to deliver all the items to my new apartment address, most importantly, also bring one dress and a pair of heels for the dinner we were supposed to have tonight. One of the attendants smiled brightly, almost if she knew what exact outfit Hayden had needed, and said that she would hand deliver them to us once we were done with our spa session.
"Next stop, the spa," Hayden announced, "I hope you're ready because your face will thank me later."
"I don't think I'll ever be ready at this point," I said, sighing.
"Good, it's way more entertaining that way," he smirked.