His Personal Assistant

Chapter Nineteen

"She is not the type of woman who simply believes your perception of her. I would like to change that. No matter how long it takes me."

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"What should I wear?" I called out to Justin who was in the living room. It was now four in the afternoon and he randomly insisted on going out on a date but when I asked him where he was planning on taking me, he consistently refused to tell me.

I was currently staring at my closet mindlessly. Once moving in here, I did a fair deal of shopping. Not too much but not too little. A few dresses, skirts, jeans, blouses and a pair of shoes. It minimally increased my closet and provided me enough to create a new outfit every day for the next month or two. I could have purchased more but I hate shopping. Probably because I'm so used to staying home without the money to actually leave and spend the day cashing it in for a new wardrobe.

"Just throw on anything, Amelia. I'm sure you'll look stunning in anything you choose to put on. You even look beautiful with nothing on at all," Justin responded. I could hear that he was back on the piano.

I smiled to myself and turned back to my closet. What did I do to deserve a man as sweet as him?

After a complete interval of five minutes, I finally chose an appropriate outfit to wear. A white flowing mini dress with a pink floral kimono on top. The dress had a brown belt so I wore brown, flat sandals to match.

Moving towards my makeup table, I added subtle curls to my hair and avoided over doing my face. Just some eyeliner along with mascara and lip gloss will do. 

I was never a fan of putting on a lot of jewelry either. I grabbed a charm bracelet Henry's mother bought me for my birthday a few years back that I absolutely adore and a silver bracelet that my mother gave me while she was laying on the hospital bed. I never left the house without it, whether I wore it or not.

Speaking of Henry, I should call him. I made a mental note before I quickly picked up a purse and left the room.

I found Justin lost on the piano, playing the same tune he played earlier this morning. It made me wonder if he was in the process of writing a song.

As if he automatically felt my presence, he halted and looked in my direction. He smiled as he got up and headed towards me. I nervously smiled back and played with my fingers.

It's crazy how this man still has the ability to make me timid simply by being himself.

"I missed you," he whispered into my ear, pulling me closer to him by my waist.

"I was only in my bedroom," I replied, placing my hands on his chest and playing with his flannel shirt.

"But I wasn't on top of you." He smirked causing me to blush a deep shade of red.

Kissing my cheek, he held me at arms length, a smile still fixed on his face.

"Mia, you look gorgeous."

"I could say the same to you," I giggled as he unexpectedly hugged me tight.

"I love it when you do that," he chuckled, swaying me.

"I'd like to leave," I responded, hugging him back.

"Anxious little girl, aren't you?" He asked grabbing a handful of my behind, causing me to let out a gasp. "This is a short dress, Amelia."

"Well, It is a mini dress, Justin," I stated.

"But I made my conclusion based on the distance from here," he began, pulling at the hem of my dress. "To here," he continued, rubbing then grabbing my behind again.