One Night Stand with Billionaire: BOOK 1

*Chapter 14: Christmas' Kiss

...aigo, my younger self, although writing about scum male leads, did have a good taste when it comes to their appearances hahahahaha. Sigh, calculating it now, edits excluded, I had almost typed out million words for various novels on my phone. No wonder I suffer from carpal tunnel now. No wonder...

We often fall in love with the most unexpected people at the most unexpected time.

I officially hated Blake today.

Out of all things he could've done to me, he chose the one I utterly despised the most from the deepest parts of my soul—shopping. If I was one type of person, then it's most definitely the one who hated shopping. I could seriously go for years with clothes I had until they grew too small or got destroyed, but buy new ones? That simply didn't sit well with me. Why?

Honestly I don't hate buying things. I hated the process of going in circles. Why must people overcomplicate things and suffer? Is it so bad to just walk in, take things, pay for it and walk out? No! Why must you walk around again and again and torture yourself? I really hated having to walk for hours. I'd take any dress Blake chose for me, but he was even worse than women shopping clothes on sale.

Speaking about the devil . . .

"Nope, nope, nope," Blake continued saying before he turned his sight to the opposite side of the shopping store. "Nah, no, too classy, too revealing, too modern, too red!" He exclaimed the last one with eyes wide open. Indeed, that was the reddest red I saw in my life and I was not exaggerating at all. Even female Santa wouldn't wear it.

"Just pick any, I'm sure it will be alright," I told him for, what felt like, the millionth time today, but he just shooed—yes, without even looking at my poor exhausted self—me away with his hand and continued his search for what would be the dress I was supposed to wear. I didn't even know where we were. I didn't pay much attention to it believing that we wouldn't even stay inside for five minutes, but Blake obviously had another plan.

While he was busy disliking all those dresses in the shop as every woman and worker were swooning and buzzing around him; I decided to go for the first time in my life and join the search. Watching Blake pick out clothes was more exhausting than actually picking them myself.

You know the good old saying: if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.

Rummaging, lifelessly though, through the mass of neatly placed dresses, I came across a wonderful blue gown. It was a blue ombre dress that went from dark blue to sky blue going towards the bottom. Simple, made of kind of like wedding dress material, but I took a liking to it. As its beauty mesmerized me, I decided to try it on.

Maybe it won't be that bad. I was not the worst ugly duckling in the world, though I wasn't the most beautiful one either.

Once I finished putting the dress on, I stepped out of the changing room and turned to see myself in a mirror.

I could pass as a human being.

My aesthetic sense of "what I can't see can't hurt me" told me that I was okay and could fit in a crowd of nicely dressed up people. In any case, my art was about nature, so I only know to judge nature.

But I have never seen myself looking so . . . elegant. Like I was really someone suited for a rich guy like Blake. I twirled around a few times, because I actually felt like a real girl and just couldn't take my eyes away from the mirror.