The Lucky Doberman

Chapter 57: If She Wants Champagne

De Luca:

I watched her pace around the office while on phone calls.
The wedding is next week and somehow, after each week, she gets more stressed. I thought we covered everything.

She gets bossy when she's stressed.

"No! She wanted strawberry champagne! I need strawberry!" she exclaimed.

Even when she's bossy, she gets nothing done because she's too nice.

She looked defeated as she stood on the phone.
I got up and walked over to her then took the device out of her hand.

"Hello." I greeted.
"Uh...Hello?"
"She said she wanted strawberry. Why doesn't she have it?"
"Uh...Sir, we're currently out of strawberry. A client bought a large order yesterday. I was trying to offer her peach."
"She say she wanted peach?"
"No, sir, but-..."
"Then why did you ask?"
"Because-..."
"Get strawberry."
"I-...We don't-..."
"Lucky, when did you order strawberry from this company?"
"Last week..." she answered softly.
"She made the order last week and you sold her order?" I asked him.
"W-Well...they came in with a large sum of cash-..."
I hung up.
"I'll be back." I stated and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" she asked me.
"You said you wanted strawberry." I left out of the door and walked towards the elevator.

If she didn't have that sweet suburban voice she'd get what she wanted.

I made it out to my car and got in then drove to the store that I knew she was buying champagne from.

I hate when people make jobs harder.

I pulled into their parking lot and got out.

They had customers inside. I ignored them and walked to the back.
"Uh...Sir!" someone called behind me. "Sir, you're not allowed back there!"
I went through a door and found a bunch of boxes of liquor bottles.

I started looking through them.

"Sir, you need to get out." he stated.
"You gonna move me?" I asked as I dialed. I looked up at him with the phone against my ear and my other hand in my pocket.
He was some short balding man that looked like he'd never been in a fight.
"You're the man from the phone call earlier."
Quick, this one.
"Look, we don't have any strawberry champagne left. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
I ignored him as the phone rang and I looked at all of the boxes.

"Hello?" that pretty voice answered.
"How many bottles do you need, bella?"
"15 please..."
"I'll be back in a minute."
"Okay..."
I hung up.

A box caught my attention and I pulled it off of the shelf.

"Sir! Please do not touch the inventory!" He walked over to me and I looked at him.
He stopped.
I tore the box open and grabbed a bottle.

Strawberry champagne with a gold cork.

I looked at him.

"We...We got an order and they upped the price. I'm sorry but we will be going with the bigger deal." he explained through stutters.

I rolled my eyes and went into my pocket.

A wad of hundreds in rubber bands. I unwrapped them and began flipping through.

I held it up and looked at him. "This is 15,000. You take it, or I put a bullet between your eyes."
"Th-The money is fine."
"You're smart." I slapped the money into his chest and he almost fell back.

He took it and I grabbed him by his shirt to pull him close to me.
"Look me in my eyes."
He did. His pupils were shaking.
"Remember that voice over the phone. If she asks you for anything else, you give it to her and I won't have to break your neck."
He nodded.

I let him go then took the box and left the store.

If I get there and she's stressed out on the phone again, I'm gonna pull out my hair.

I pulled into the parking lot and carried the box inside and towards the elevator.
I had other shit to do once I finished this and hoped she wouldn't run into any other problems.

The elevator opened and I got out and walked to my office.
When I opened the door, she was sitting down and writing.

She looked at me.

I walked over and placed the box on the table.
She looked at it.
There were 16 bottles inside.

She stood up and lifted a bottle out of the box.

I watched the happiness wash over her face. She put the bottle down and her arms wrapped around my neck.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed.
I wrapped an arm around her waist. I didn't expect her to be this excited.
She grabbed my face and pressed multiple kisses against my lips and face.

She stopped and looked at me with her hands holding my face. "Thank you so much."
"Yea..." I replied.

I cleared my throat and looked away from her.

She continued examining through the box and I turned away to wipe over my face and shake myself out of it. My fuckin' chest was beatin' like I was dyin'.

My phone began ringing.
I took it out of my pocket and answered.

"Talk."
"We found it." said Mickey.
I looked at Lucky.

"Found what?"
"The safe. You ain't gonna like where it's at."
My brows furrowed. "Where's it at?"
"It's being shown at a black tie auction tomorrow at the Wilkes casino."
Wilkes casino is three hours away. "How they got it?"
"I don't know. But I do know somethin' else."
"What?"
"Caio's goin'. He's gonna bid for the safe."
I felt the annoyed air puff out of my nostrils while I tried to keep calm.
"I need a ticket for that?" I asked.
"You can buy it at the entrance."
"What time?"
"Doors open at 7. Starts at 8."
I hung up.

"We got somewhere to be tomorrow." I stated.
"Where?" she asked and looked at me.
"You ever been to an auction?"
"No. Is that where we're going?"
"Mhm."
"Oh, that sounds nice."
"You got a dress?"
"A dress?"
"It's black tie. You gotta dress fancy to get in."
"Oh...no..."
"Come on."

I walked out of the door and towards the elevator. I could hear her heels as she followed me.

"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Find somethin' for you to wear."
"Are we-..."
"We're not goin' to the mall." I said as the elevator opened.

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She walked into the fitting room with all of her options and demanded that I watch her since it was my idea.
I hate shopping. She could've bought all of them and picked one out at the house. I didn't care.

Her door opened and I sat waiting for her to come out.
"Is this classy enough?" she asked and stepped out.

I looked at how it framed her body.
She's so pretty that I don't know what to do with myself. I wanna hold her. In my arms. Wherever I go. I don't want sex. I just wanna hold her.
I'll never turn down the sex either. It's too good.
I don't think my dick's been happier than it has been in the past three or four months.

"Do you like it?" she wondered.
"Yea."
"Are you sure?"
I never know how to respond in a way that she believes me. I don't know what she wants but I'm apparently not trustworthy.
"I'm positive. But...if you want to try on the other ones. You can." I responded.
She nodded and went back into the dressing room.

I leaned my head back against the wall.

I feel like my soul is being purified when I look at her. It's a gross feeling.
The feeling of not being able to hurt someone's feelin's. I feel like she's making me a bitch. Am I a bitch now?

The door opened again.

"This one?" she asked.

I brought my head down.
She stood there in a different dress. Different style. Different color. It only had one sleeve and it was black. Her leg went through a split in it.

"Why do you do this to me?" I asked as I stared at her.
"Do what?" she questioned innocently.
"You look good."
"Are you sure?"
"Come here."
She walked over to me and looked at the mirror down the hallway as she stood between my legs.
I stood up so she'd look at me and she did.
"I don't lie." I replied.

Her pretty eyes beamed through me.
"Your lips are pretty." I told her.
She put them on mine.