Bentley's POV
"I spent all my money that night." I bowed my head in shame.
I said inwardly. "This is so embarrassing. He's right, I need clothes of my own; Alpha told me this was his smallest fit, but even his smallest are way too big for me."
"Not a problem," Giovanni waved his black card with a smirk. "First, let's purchase something appropriate for this outing; I can't have you looking like that as we parade Maverick City; it'll ruin my reputation." He unlocked his phone with face ID, tapped an icon, and handed it to me.
"Select an outfit you want; be quick," Giovanni said, leaning back on the sofa. I supported the phone with both hands; anyone could tell the phone cost a lot by a glance. Its sleek back was covered by a silver case as my fingers swiped through the glossy surface. I selected white sneakers, black pants, and a white T-shirt.
"I'm done," I gave the phone back. He tapped something, then raised his head. "It'll be here in ten seconds; you'll pick it up." My eyes enlarged. "What? Ten seconds is that even." I gasped, then darted to the door.
Giovanni glimpsed at me with a smug. I hurried to the door and opened it. I froze at the drone with a brown box. "Your package has arrived," it said with a computerized voice. I collected the box and raised a brow, thinking of what to do next. "Ah... thanks?" "No, thank you for shopping with us," the drone said, rising and disappearing into the sky.
I closed the door behind me and walked toward Giovanni. "I'm going to change."
"You can just do it here; what's the difference?" he shrugged.
I blushed and thought internally. "What does he mean by that? I'm uncomfortable doing it here."
Giovanni studied my facial expression, then sighed; he stood up and turned to the kitchen. "I'm not looking." The clothes and shoes fit perfectly, and my skin confirmed its high quality. "I'm done," I said. "Good, let's go." I caught his glimpse at me for a split second.
I tagged behind as he walked to his room. I thought maybe he wanted to change his formal clothes. He walked to a shelf that was almost as tall as him, filled with different perfumes. "Permit me to retouch."
He opened the lid of a bottle that already smells like him and sprayed himself—a masculine, compelling, and elegant scent wafted the air due to the air conditioner. I ricocheted my gaze as Giovanni turned his head. "This is my perfume collection; pick a scent," he gestured with his hand.
"Huh?" I arched a brow. "I said, Pick one, you're not bringing cheap perfume into my house," a firm voice vibrated, irritation grazing his lungs. "Okay, sir," I swallowed hard and skimmed the shelf.
My gaze rested on a small white bottle. I opened the lid and sniffed it. I inhaled the gentle scent of soft lavender and vanilla. "I like this; I'll take it." Giovanni snatched my hand; a mischievous smirk crawled on his face. "You're going to pay for that or what?"
I took a brief pause, considering buying if the price was reasonable. "Hmm... how much?" He smiled. "Six hundred dollars." My eyes popped out. "Six hundred what!" I yelled. "How can this tiny bottle be six hundred dollars? And people buy them! That's insane!" I blurted out."
People with good taste, yes," he nodded, then smirked. "Pay up." "I don't have any money," I stuttered. Giovanni pulled me closer with a devilish smile plastered on his face, my innards twisted into a knot as he licked his lips and stared at my body, particularly below my abdomen. "You can pay by other means."
"W-What do you mean by that?" I asked, trying to wiggle my way out of his firm grip. Giovanni's gray eyes darkened; he tilted his head, eyebrows crumpled in annoyance.
"Don't play dumb; we're adults; you know exactly what I'm talking about." I turned pale, stiffening my joints out of fear of the unknown. Was he going to force me if I resisted? I thought he was not interested; why the sudden change of heart? What led to this? Will I live to see another day if he decides to tear my buttocks in half? I never signed up for this.
My bones rattled as Giovanni leaned forward, a sly grin on his face. "Just kidding." I hyperventilated, exhaling the air of uncertainty I held in and breathing in a fresh one.
"What the hell, bro? Not cool, I almost pissed in my pants," I frowned, glaring as Giovanni chuckled in amusement. "Ha!" he pointed at me, laughing hard. I scowled, waiting for his prolonged laughter.
Giovanni giggled. "Sorry, I always wanted to do this to a straight man," he sighed, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "Jerk," I murmured. Giovanni picked up a silver watch from his wrist watch shelf. "Follow me," he said, walking to the door and clasping it to his wrist.
He opened the left door next to his room, and my jaws dropped to the floor. The empty space had a label on the wall for each brand, and rows of car keys were hung in an organized manner. A room for keys, an insignia of his wealth. Giovanni walked to the wall, his hand movements indecisive. "Porsche, Tesla, Bugatti. Hmm... Bugatti Centodieci." He picked up a key, and my stare followed him to the exit.
Giovanni paused, then glimpsed at me with his peripheral vision. "First time seeing a car key collection? You haven't laid eyes on my jet and yacht collection, and you're this surprised," he smirked. My eyes enlarged.
"Wow! You have those? Just how rich are you?" I half-yelled. Giovanni chortled. "I'll give you a tour when we get back." We took the elevator to the ground floor and left the house. I trailed behind him into a garage the size of land acres; flashy car brands were parked like they had their own spot.
Giovanni pressed a button on the key, and in a minute a car drove to us at a normal speed. He peeked at my dumbfounded expression. "It's on auto," Giovanni said, opening the door and entering.
"Get in," he smugged.