Fendi shopping center.
There they were, when the car parked more than ten employees were waiting for Alejandro and his guest, all ready to help in whatever was necessary, but Alejandro had better things to do than to go shopping with Ariel, his life was very busy and he had already consumed many hours of the day with that little game, the afternoon had fallen, but he had to go to the office.
He knew that Alessia would not stand idly by and would try to put her foot in it no matter what, together with her husband Marco, so Alejandro could not afford to waste time.
They both worked at the company and now everything would be in chaos, as his nagging sister would start bothering him more frequently, thus increasing her attempts to bring him down.
He knew she and her husband had more than one ace up their sleeves and now that the wedding hadn't worked out, they would move their other chips.
He couldn't relax for a single second with them.
"Ariel, here you can take everything you want, every single thing that comes to your mind and if it's not here, they'll get it from wherever. Buy everything you need, every thing you ever imagined having, it will be yours." He touched her beautiful hair and then gave her a kiss on the cheek. He leaned close to her ear to tell her something. "Here begin the benefits of being my future wife, spare nothing, little one." Ariel's skin bristled as she felt Alejandro whisper to her, she shook her head at the strong tingle his voice spread throughout her body.
"You're not staying?" she asked somewhat nervously.
"I have a lot of work to do, but they are there to help you with every little thing you need." He gave her a smile and then turned to address the employees. "Please let her be the one to choose her combinations and accessories, you just guide her. Mind you, when I come back for her I want to find so many bags that it won't be possible to fit them in my car. If there is a hairdresser here or someone who can improve her hair a little bit, I feel a little bit lifeless, if she wants some changes and stuff. They could also advise her a little bit on how to do her make-up, that she knows how to do it herself. I'll be back in a couple of hours, you are in front of my future wife, treat her like what she is." With a huge smile Alejandro left the place.
Ariel received an excellent treatment from each one of the employees, but...her way of choosing clothes was not the most adequate, they tried to guide her in her tastes, knowing that the clothes she was choosing were only garments for daily use, very common things, without any style and lacking any elegance, but they could not intervene with what the future wife of Alejandro Fendi decided. It took a short time to realize that the young woman had no idea what she was doing.
There were already many bags of clothes and as for the shoes, among them there was not a single heel and most of the clothes she had chosen were jeans and t-shirts, lots of comfortable clothes, so the footwear was of the same style.
Knowing her size, one of the employees dared to throw in a few things that might be useful in the future for the young woman, such as a beautiful dress and two pairs of heels.
When they reached the beauty section, it became a real chaos.
This professional had never encountered such a difficult challenge before, and we're not talking about making her up, but about teaching her.
Ariel asked a lot of questions that didn't make sense, and from time to time she resisted having something put on her face. It took hours, but a perfect makeup was achieved and she said she understood all the steps that were explained to her.
On her hair she didn't want to do anything, as Alejandro had washed and styled it, so she wouldn't let anyone else touch her hair.
Now she just walked around the mall with more than ten employees behind her as she waited for Alejandro.
"Is this what my life is going to be like from now on, at what cost? His family doesn't know me and already hates me. Will I have to live with them even when I get married?" she thought, she was anxious about living with those people.
(…)
Alejandro was on his way out when that figure appeared at the door of his office.
Her beautiful curves were marked with a perfect design that stole all eyes, she had hips that at the time always drove Alejandro crazy, especially for her movements when she was on him, those breasts were striking, so firm, so rounded, so appetizing, the cleavage did not let Alejandro imagine anything and simply showed him that.
Abigail bit her lower lip as she felt Alejandro's desirous gaze.
She took the first step into the office and made sure to lock the door, although if she didn't it didn't matter, there were few people left in the company at that hour.
She was wearing a beautiful black mini skirt, a white top that exposed her navel and showed her nipples due to the lack of a bra, beautiful boots covered part of her legs and her walk was very sensual.
He approached without mediating words and the first thing Alejandro did was to slide his hand down her legs, he had to check one thing.
"I left them in the car." He told her, feeling his warm hand running down her bare buttocks.
Alejandro had confirmed that she wasn't wearing panties.
Their relationship had recently ended after five years together. Abigail Clinton loved Alejandro, she didn't care about his riches because that was something she counted on as well, her heart was crushed to learn of the termination of the relationship, but she convinced herself that this was just a phase of Alejandro, that he would either return to continue the relationship or she would insist that they return.
She had stopped caring until a couple of hours ago when Annie Fendi made a call to her former sister-in-law to inform her of her brother's plans to marry a streetwalker, a newcomer.
She had the weapons to take Alejandro down between her legs, she was already taking the first step.
"You've always been a smart girl." He withdrew his hand and loosened his tie, feeling his body respond immediately to Abigail's body, knowing every part of it, her pleasure points, her peak pleasure zones and that little trick that even made her cry at such a sensation. "Which of my sisters called you?"
"That doesn't matter. The important thing is that I'm here now, Ale." She sat on his legs and began to unbutton his shirt, he stopped her hands. "If you wanted or needed to get married, why didn't you ask me?"
"That's not what this is about, I'm sorry. I know you're confused by that whole situation, but it goes beyond just having to marry me, needing to."
"Ask me to marry you, I can be your wife, Ale."
But he didn't want to marry her, and telling her so up front like that didn't feel like it, as the breakup had already been too much for her.
"We can't take that step, Abi. And I've already chosen a wife, I'm sorry."
"Come on, Ale. Just tell that streetwalker you won't marry her, what's the difference, I'm telling you I want to marry you! I want to be your wife! Don't I deserve it?"
"The trouble is, you deserve more than that." And that she was no use to him, she wasn't the one, she was Ariel, Ariel Sanchez, a curious young woman, with little or no experience in high society, lacking manners or a large vocabulary, without studies or preparation of any kind. She, she, she alone would ruffle the Fendi family's feathers and give Alejandro pleasure with her every action by making a fool of the family. "I'm sorry."
He tried to stand up, but Abigail clung to his neck, began kissing him and lowered her hands to the erection Alejandro couldn't hide.
"My God, Alejandro, you want me!" It was just that, desire.
He likewise stood up and left that office almost running, avoiding falling for the charms of the gorgeous and stunning Abigail Clinton.
When he reached the car, touched his crotch and took a deep breath, he was just one step away from falling, too close to risk any more.
Abigail was candela and Alejandro was about to be consumed by her.
(...)
In front of the mall with all her bags, Ariel waited desperately for Alejandro.
When she saw his car pulling up, she waved her hand with great joy to see that he had arrived. The chauffeur and the employees helped them place the bags, making them fit perfectly in the trunk of the car and part of them next to Alejandro and Ariel.
On the way he was going silently, Ariel was very close to him and her body was still sensitive, desirous.
"Could you...?" He was going to ask her to peel off a little, especially since he had just had an erection and his body was still hot. He looked down at her side as he felt her head hit his shoulder, the other side was full of bags without her being able to peel herself off him, he noticed that the young woman had fallen asleep. He watched her face closely and touched her small nose, she had simple makeup on, but he only just noticed. "Where on earth did you sleep before and why do you sleep at eight o'clock at night?"
He felt tenderness as he felt her on his shoulder.
When they arrived home, he carried her in his arms, forgetting all the bags, Ariel only woke up a little and feeling on a bed she sighed, she took Alejandro hand and he sat on the bed, but she pulled him, making him lie down too, she hugged that man and continued sleeping.
He could only reach out his hand and turn off the lights while Ariel slept hugging him.
It was the first time that Alejandro had a woman on his bed without the purpose of having sex, as it was also the first time that a woman had managed to get him to sleep so early.
In a single day Ariel was breaking records.