Navaya flew into the changing room and touched her forehead on the door as she locked it, her grip on the items tightened.
Slowly, she shuffled away from the door and moved to the full-length mirror that was positioned leaning on a wall corner.
Her face burned as she stared at her reflection. She flung the dress over her shoulder and held out the pair of underwear Johnny bought her. What the fuck!
The heat of her cheeks flared as she stared at it. Lace lingerie that matched the color of the dress he got her. Black.
Apparently, Johnny had a problem with her wearing sexy dresses but sexy underwear was a different story.
The man was truly something else. Just because he took off her bra a couple of times in the past doesn't give him the right to buy her one. Or does it? Fuck!
