Running from Leo

CHAPTER 60: A public declaration

His lips twisted nastily. "Then I better be prepared for that. But we can surely take some of your clothes and transfer it to my closet, right? I'll clear up a side for you since you will be moving in to my room... someday."

Just like I'll be marrying you someday? Oh wait. No. Where did that thought come from? Bad manners. Yes to marriage and no to now. What? No. Ugh. We are not talking about saying 'I do' and stuff. It's just simple shifting to his room which will happen someday.

I nodded in approval. "That sounds like a plan and I'll try to keep as little mess as possible when that someday comes. Do a compromising thing for once."

"I rather get used to your mess." He mused and pecked my lips. "Now how about you get ready, check your things and go out, hmm?"

I bit my lower lip nervously. "Do I really have to? I mean, yeah I get that it's your new club opening tonight and you want me to be there with you, but clubs and drinks are really not my things."

Let's not forget the last time I had been to a club. It's a foggy memory but I do remember loud music and getting exclusively drunk in despair.

He clicked his tongue in a playful manner. "The only thing you'll have to drink is your favorite glass of lemonade. I want you to be very much sober and awake for the rest of the night."

My entire body flushed when I understood what he was implying at.

"Okay." I mumbled shyly and got up from his lap. "I better get going. Anything else?"

"Pamper yourself, will you?"

I chuckled. "Si, capo."

I covered myself in more warm clothing then grabbed a leather sling handbag I had chosen out of others and checked everything in it.

"You have the cards?" He asked, looking at his phone.

I zipped up my bag and sling it over my shoulder. "Yeah, I do. Two cards. Both of them having money equally divided in half." He shot me a look and was about to open his mouth to speak but I continued and said. "Don't worry, August-mini. I know how to use them. I am not that outdated. In fact, I used to go shopping for an underwear using my mother's card."

"Just an underwear?" He asked in surprise.

My nose scrunched up as I remembered those panty shopping memories. "Er, yeah. Just an underwear. I was very specific about my undergarments more than my garments and I actually liked shopping for underwear. I left the rest to my mother."

I skipped the part where she would prefer spending her weekends in malls and in company of her clients rather than spending time with her only daughter.

He leaned back on the chair and smirked, his brooding eyes dark in lust as he eyed me head to toe and licked his lips seductively. "I like this certain shopping kink of yours. Here's the thing, when you shop for panties, send me pictures. I'll approve of them and tell you what to wear tonight, though I actually do prefer nothing. Easy access, right?"

I sucked in a sharp breath. "No lingerie fashion show tonight?"

"I am more interested in choosing what I want to see inside your dress and how to rip it off."

I gulped, suddenly feeling hot. "I rather keep it as a surprise for you. Maybe I'll try something new and unexpected. First I need to see what's in fashion these days."

"You got the cards?" He asked again.

My mood changed instantly. "You just asked me that."

"I meant, you got my cards?" He flashed three shiny black cards out of his suit pocket.