Francis
It wasn't that hard to argue with her. She's cool and sometimes, damn, she's sexy. She wore one of her dresses since she complained about her jeans not fitting on her. I can't wait to be a real father. She's very sweet, and moody as well. She doesn't want me to spend a lot of money. But I wanted to.
We came to the mall and she put her cap on as I did. I hold her hand as we roam around. I keep dragging her to lady's wear and she told me not to buy anything. Since I'm stubborn and she gets easily peeve, I buy things that I think will look good at her. I bought her more dresses since her stomach is getting bigger. Then, we went to the Nike store and bought her a pair of workout shoes.
I wanted to buy her everything that's what I said so she just shut up and maybe sulk somewhere there inside her head. We pass by on the lemonade stand that I watch her every time she glanced at it, so I pull her there and ask what she wanted.
"Lemonade with apple." I did order the same and we waited as I look around the food courts.
"Do you always do this to your women?" she suddenly asked. Alright, it's not odd for me to answer everything she asks.
"No." I always got a one-night stand or two nightstands then a girlfriend for a day and then to the other day maybe to the next week. I don't have a stable girlfriend, not even a long-term girlfriend.
"I have to go to the bathroom." She said. I told the woman that we'll just come back, and I followed her there. I waited outside and few women are gawking at me. Even those gays who even blow a kiss on me. Really? This is the reason why I hate malls when I'm alone.
I glance at my wristwatch. It's been fifteen minutes. Is there something wrong with her? I call her and she cancels my call. I just waited there, and she got out all pale. I hold her cheeks and make her look at me.
"You alright?"
"It's just the smell of few things here."
"We can go home if you like?"
"But I wanted to eat." She complained. I chuckled and place her hand on the crook of my arm.
"Then we will eat." I'm also hungry and I work out every day and during nights as well. I need proteins and carbs.
We took our lemonade and started sipping it as we walk around looking for a place to eat. I just wait for her to decide on what she's craving for and she pulls me in Chinese food. She's picky and it's because of her hormones. I should be got annoyed if it wasn't her. But it was her and I never seemed to get annoyed on her requests.
I try hard to flirt on her. Even rubbed her stomach as she eats, she didn't mind but she hates it when I was on the way to her beautiful breasts. I stop before she pulls my hair and balds me. I blink when she grabbed my shirt and make me cover her.
"Don't look." Was it her ex-boyfriend? She peeked and watch as whatever she is looking at. I watch her eyes become broken. I glance at what she is looking for it. It's a girl with red-colored hair. I wipe her tears and kisses her forehead. I don't truly know why she becomes this emotional. I look back again on the woman who wears more beautiful and high-class clothes than she had in her wardrobe.
"You alright?"
"It's—it's just my sister." Why was she crying over it?
"What's wrong with it?"
I took my handkerchief and let her remove her snots as I comfort her. I don't know what's wrong over it but she's suffering something about it. I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to be like that. She didn't even finish her food and I gave her ice cream and she still looked lonely as she eats ice cream on our way to the car. She hid on her cap afraid of someone.
I don't know what in the fucking hell is wrong about her family, but she doesn't want me to know about them. She doesn't want me to meet them and tell them about my condition. She hugged me when the group of girls is about to pass by on us. She wanted to hide and I did hide her, more like flirting on her.
We get to our car as I open the door for her, and I tuck the shopping bags on the trunk. The women are giggling as they glance at my direction. I look directly at the woman in red hair, her denim shorts are too short and the off-shoulder that she's wearing is too exposed. She has a little look-alike to Natalie, but for me, Natalie was the most attractive and beautiful woman I've ever seen. She's just liked the woman I usually dated. I close the trunk and get into my car before they even get close to us.
I glance at her as she sipped on the water. She wasn't even talking or what. Letting her sulk was like the most silent drive I ever had in my life. If she doesn't want to talk, so be it. I'll just let her be and wait for her to say something.
We get to our room and I gave the shopping bags to the maids and told them to dry wash everything I bought for her. I walk her to her room where the maids had cleaned up and probably had moved her clothes there.
It was clean and new, and I tuck her in her bed. She turned back from me and just sulk there. I don't even know what to say. To distract myself I went to the wine cellar where I make formulas on the wine and mix it.
I check on her, she's straddling the duvet exposing her black panties and that sexy legs of her. My cock immediately responded to that view. I wanted her to take her in that position. But she doesn't want me to. So, I left and go to my bathroom to take a warm shower as I jerk off. Once that I'm done, I went to my study and check my emails. I check on her again and she's awake.
"Food?" she nodded. Since I told the maids to always stock foods for her, they are now preparing to cook. I cook her someone quick and we ate our late dinner. Until Colt called me and I excuse myself as I answer it.
"What?"
"Hey, I'm just checking out. How is she?"
"She looked depressed."
"Over what?"
"Where can I buy a fridge? Maybe a bigger one. The good quality." I quickly change the topic. I don't want to tell him everything through the phone.
"Stop changing the topic."
"I don't want her to go downstairs whenever she's hungry."
"I can settle that for you."
I hang up and went back to her as she started eating the yogurt. I caress her hair and kisses her nose just like that. She frowned at me and punch me on my biceps which she winced.
"What the heck have you been doing to your life?" she squeezed my biceps and it gives me that tingling sensation that makes my cock responded. "How many pounds are you lifting?" I don't remember the heaviest I lifted but it more of like more than a hundred pounders maybe two or one and a half.