The Filthy, Rich Bitch

Chapter V

"Yes... wife."

Pinandilatan ko siya. "Don't call me wife in public!" How many times do I have to tell him that?

"I'll call you whatever I want," he said stubbornly, his smile fading away.

"Whatever. Where the hell is that dress para mabili na at nang makauwi ako?" Nagulat ako nang bigla niyang hilahin yung isa kong kamay na para bang may karapatan siyang hawakan ang kamay ko. "Why are you holding my hand?!" mataray kong tanong sa kanya.

He raised an eyebrow. "Is it a crime for a man to hold his wife's hand?"

"As if naman mahal kita." And don't look as if you're hurt by what I said. Dammit.

"Well that escalated quickly," he said.

I smiled smugly at him. Why is he looking so pained anyway? "Let go, Daniel." I tugged at our intertwined hands. He tugged back.

"If I let go of your hand, then I'll have nothing better to do than to kiss you here."

My eyes widened with his response. Wala na bang ikakapal ang apog niya? "You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me."

The asshole looked so serious. Tsk. I better not risk it. "Fine. Whatever."

He smiled at me saka marahan akong hinila. Ayon, ang ending, magka-holding hands kami habang naglalakad.

We went to this high end store and looked for the dress that he was talking about. I almost laughed at his face when I saw it. That's what he call sexy? He better have his eyes checked. Yung dress kasi, feeling ko balot na balot ako. Long-sleeved siya na parang fishnet yung style then tube yata yung nasa loob.

"Pretty, right?" he asked, smiling.

I rolled my eyes. "Akala ko ba sexy?"

Nawala yung ngiti niya. Napalitan 'yon ng grimness. "What did you expect? A plunging neckline? Bare back? Thigh-high slit? You think I'd let you wear something like that para pag-pyestahan ka ng mga manyak?"

"Oh please." As if he cares...

"Try it on. I'm sure you'll like it."

"Like hell I would." Para namang mapapagkatiwalaan ko yung taste niya. Pero sabagay, he married me but pfft—that's not exactly the best choice he made.

"Huhubaran pa ba kita dito? Sabihin mo lang."

"Fine! Magsusukat na!"

Dala ng inis, nasungitan ko tuloy yung attendant.

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I hate to admit that I quite like it. It fits perfectly and it's not that slutty kind of sexy. Mukha pa ring classy at mayaman. Well, it should be. Ang mahal kaya!

"What does it look like?" he asked from outside.

"Sandali. Lalabas ako," sagot ko.

"'Wag! I don't want to see it. I wanted to be surprised for later..."

Di ako natutuwa sa sinabi niya. Even though there's a hint of excitement and happiness in his voice. No. I abhor it completely.

Kaya naman lumabas ako ng dressing room para asarin siya.

At ang adik, nakapikit.

"I told you not to come out," iritado nyang sabi. Yung mga saleslady, panay ang ngiti. Sweet daw. Masuka nga sila sa mga sinasabi nila! What's sweet with that? He looked stupid.

"Eh sa gusto kong lumabas eh."

"Magbihis ka na," sabi niya. Mariin pa ring nakapikit yung mga mata niya. Pumasok ulit ako ng dressing room and changed to my previous clothing saka ko ibinigay sa saleslady yung damit. She bagged it and he paid for it.