Chapter 338
Chapter 338:
My mind reeled. A kiss? Was he serious? I looked at the associate, needing confirmation that I’d heard him correctly. Had he really just asked me for a kiss?
She nodded, her smile widening. “Yes, ma’am, he did p>
“Come on. If you love me, prove it with a kiss.” He smiled, waiting for my reaction.
I turned back, squared my shoulders, and met his gaze.
“You want a kiss, sweetheart?” My voice barely rose above a whisper as I cradled his face between my hands. Leaning in, I spoke softly into his ear. “Then you’d better get used to kissing your own reflection p>
His playful confidence wavered when his hazel eyes darkened.
“No p>
Not again with the rejection. I almost sighed. In the end, what did he want from me? My patience frayed as he rejected yet another dress.
Dress number seven—a green, off-the-shoulder one—never stood a chance.
He looked at me and his eyes flicked to the neckline. “No. It shows too much skin p>
𝖳𝘩𝘦 𝗺𝗼𝗌𝘵 р𝗼𝗽𝘶𝘭𝘢𝗋 𝘯оv𝖾l𝗌 𝘰n
The eighth was royal blue, with thin straps and a slit on one side that climbed dangerously high.
“That one isn’t much better. Too exposed p>
Unbelievable, Daniel Kelley, I thought, clenching my fists as I disappeared into the fitting room again. My patience was hanging by a thread, but when I saw the last dress on the hanger, a wicked idea struck.
You wanted something bold—so I went all in for the ninth outfit: a long crimson gown with delicate straps, a plunging neckline, and two front slits that left nothing to the imagination. The open back was the cherry on top.
That dress was basically a checklist of everything he couldn’t stand. Too daring. Too revealing. The kind of dress that sent a very clear message.
He barely noticed when I stepped out—he was absorbed in a phone call, completely unaware of the scene unfolding.
Walking up to him, I let my tone drip with sickly sweetness. “Hi, handsome,” I called, turning on the charm.
His head snapped up, and he nearly forgot how to breathe.
I turned slowly, giving him a full view, just to see his reaction.
“Be honest. Do you like it p>
“Mmm… absolutely not. No way,” he blurted.
I had to work hard to hide my amusement. “Come on, love. Don’t you think I look spectacular?” I asked, fluttering my lashes and feigning innocence.
He stared at me and replied firmly, “Sophia, that one is not happening p>
“But I thought you said you’d do anything to make me happy. Isn’t that what love means?” My tone was playful and dramatic all at once.
People nearby couldn’t help but watch us, each reacting in their own way.
He sprang up from the sofa and grabbed my arm before I could react.
Leaning in, his voice dropped to a harsh whisper. “Take that dress off. Right now p>
Defiance sparked in my eyes. “Actually, I love how it looks on me,” I shot back.
“Sophia, for the love of God! Are you going to put something else on, or do I need to follow you into the fitting room and make sure you do p>