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Damn him!

Damn him to the hell!

He's such a magnet. Ok! Not a magnet, but a flying STD. I mean; I'm here standing with clothes all over in my hands along with their hangers, and he was busy in flirting with every girl which passes away from the local market! In fact he didn't left alone that counter woman.

Soon!

Soon! He's going to change that, and I'll make sure of it. After all he has to play the role of a nerd.

Are you sure this is only about the role; Nothing more than that?

HA! You got to be kidding me. Off- course it is only about that bet. Now what else it can be? Well you know what my inner voice? Don't need to overreact on everything!

"Mr. Cole, you are expecting a call from your wife," I mocked him, while glaring him in his eyes, and yeah there must be sign of amusement presented in my eyes.

That counter woman, whom he was busy in flirting, was shocked for first, and she was just about to push Cole to other side, before she could do anything, he opened his mouth," then don't pick her phone. Moreover, she is a drama queen, always fights with me. In fact she wants my blood. I must get rid of her." He sneered, flawlessly, looking straight into my eyes.

"Then get rid of her, before she damned you!" I don't even know what the hell I was talking? And what is this about! It looks like we are talking about different thing in different way.

"She is right, get rid of her!" that counter woman spoke huskily.

"It's too hard, because I'm use to it." He said, while looking into my eyes. Seriously, what the hell all this about? And what the look in his eyes? Ughhhhh! That woman pushed him, and adjusts herself on the counter, like she was not doing anything before.

I was still there with pile of clothes, still standing! He came near me, and yeah his famous smirk was back again on his face.

"Hmmm let me check what clothes you have selected," and he picked one of one cloth with his hands, while inspecting them like a spy.

"No"

"Not this one"

"Noooooooooooooooooooooo"

"This is not in any cost!"

"No, this is definitely not!"

"Oh my god! Woman. What were you thinking? While picking these clothes? Like I'll praise you? Give you award? Declare you fashionista? Ha! If you were thinking that! Then you are wrong. And no- one can get wrong under Mr. Maxwell composition."

What was wrong with these clothes? Except they are boring, old fashioned, and not at all belong with the role of a playgirl!

But can you blame me? I've hardly done any shopping before, and not to forget my way of dressing before- boring, hiding myself from the stares of world.

"Mr. Maxwell, show me your gracious attitude towards the world fashion." Ha! If he's praising himself that much, then why not Use it beneficially? After all I want to see his taste in fashion.

That gentle touch of his fingers in my hand makes shivers all around in my body, like an electric shot was flown all over in my soul. When he intertwined my fingers with his, god damn! Butterflies were started roaming in my belly.

You must be wondering why all this happening? It's not like it had not happen before then why now?

I don't know? Something is different about his touch now, and I've no idea what is different!

"Hey? Is everything ok?" he asked, concern was plastered all over in his face, he asked this question, because I was too busy staring our intertwined fingers. Though, this all looks idiotic, and hopeless. But still the way he asks, makes my heart rate increased, "yes, I'm." These words had slipped from my mouth, like it was designated to happen.

***

He's such a bastard! I mean can you guess? What he had selected for me to wear, and to get full in my wardrobe.

Can you? No. you must not! Because we are stood ahead of the bikini section, so he wants me to roam in all over the place in those skimpy clothes. HA! What he think of himself?

You are such a drama queen!

Maybe, but this is not the point,"so, what you think about these? Aren't these are perfect for you?" he nudges me on the shoulder, while his eyes were twitching from the humor.

"These are gross!" I yelled. Now, don't get me wrong these are not normal two pieces, or bikinis. They are skimpier than normal bikinis which were going to cover hardly me. And that can't happen! Not in this life time.

At first, he chuckled. Not just chuckled, he laughed.yeh! He that much laughed on my horrified reaction about them that he almost started choking.

His face becomes red!

Shit! Do something!

I placed my hands on his back, and started rubbing his back calmly, so that it can soothes him out. Finally, he stopped. His breathing became normal; his face became pale from red. "Are you ok?" I know, I shouldn't be laughing on this situation, but that situation was first class comedy show. Except the seriousness on his face, He's such a baby!

When a low chuckle escaped from my mouth, his face was priceless,"this isn't funny!" His voice came more like a whisper, a fragile whisper. "Off- course it isn't." I uttered, while trying to hide my fabulous smile. But he was still making that puppy face, making pout and his eyes were bulging out from its socket.

Such a drama queen he is.

And anyone can melt form that face, that face. That freaking face, so who the hell I'm? To not melt for that face!

Maybe a chocolate can help him. When it helps me, then for sure it also helps him. I shoved my hand into one of my jean pocket, and pulled out one of a chocolate. It was the last one, for me. But I think he needs this more than I will.

"Here, take it. When this one special thing will melt in your throat you will feel blissful." I mocked him. As he picked it and gulped it all at once." Here, I always thought that, when we shoved our tou-"I stopped him in mid sentence, because I know that what he was going to say. All the flashback of our kiss in party was in front of face.

I can't show that emotion in my face, so I covered it up quickly, with my million dollar full-fledged smile." now, we done with all these bikinis can we go now from this section?" I asked, while constantly, stomping on my foot. Like a kid, I am.

"Yeah, let's go." He declared, while holding my hand, and intertwining our fingers, again! "Wait a second! Why we came here? In this section when we weren't going to buy those things?" I asked, confused. I couldn't get it.

"Because, I want to mess with you as simple as that," He replied, with his goofy smile.

Ok! First of all no-one can mess with me. Those days were gone, when I was a dork.

And second thing?

No, one can mess with me.

Not now!

Not anymore!

I punched him on his shoulder, playfully. Well, not with so much power. I don't want to hurt his ribs. "Ouch!' he yelped, in pain. Maybe, I did it little bit more. And my hands started moving, where he was rubbing his shoulder. I started rubbing his shoulder, where I'd punched him. I don't know why I'm doing it. I shouldn't be doing it.

What?

What are you doing?

Ok! That was not needed to be done. When I realized that he was looking straight into my eyes, just looking. Not smirking, not amusing, not with concern, not with anything. Just plain looking into my eyes, and that moment was not normal. It was like time has stopped, our breath has stopped, and everything was stopped. Not even a flinch of air was moving around near us.

Do something! And make it is less awkward.

He was not backing out from the stare game. And I don't want to make things more awkward between us, so I rolled my eyes, and backed from the stare competition. "You lose!" he declared. "Whatever!" I murmured.

***

"Try this one," his sound came outside from the trial room. This is all frustrating, I mean I'd already tried thousand of clothing, and in this local market, everything is so not cool. Out of all we only get five-six in our hands permanently, which includes different style of clothes? Because I've no idea what we have call them! Yes, my lack of fashion sucks!

"For god sake, Cole, let me breathe!" I shouted, yes, it is so congested here that I can hardly breathe here.

"First, try this. Then breathe. Oh by the way this is last." His sound came.

Just by hearing the last word, my energy came; I quickly opened the door, and popped out my head from that changing area, "give it to me!" I muttered.

"Come here, and take it," he replied seductively, with his cocky smile.

"You know? If I came there I'll punch you!" I pouted, while glaring, and threatening him. He tensed for a second, and then he throws that clothing material on me. "Thanks, for such a prominent work." I muttered, while closing the changing room again.

"Crap!"

"Crap!"

"Crap!"

This short dress doesn't fit me very well. It was very hard for me to fit in this dress which is strapless by the way, reaches up to my upper thigh, And yeah very short for me. I think it is made up with satin? I guess so. I know it is short, but this red color dress is not an ordinary dress, well not for me! I mean I don't know exactly how I look; there isn't any mirror here. And what can I say? I'm not used to it. I face palmed myself.

"Amanda, move your ass here. We are getting late," he shouted, while knocking on the door continuously.

Oh no. why hadn't I thought about it before? He was going to see me in this dress. Heat welled up inside me, just by thinking of me standing in front of him, showcasing myself. No! No! No! I can't! This is just; oh god! What if I look like an idiot in this dress not hot? What if he makes fun of me? What if he laughs at me? And worst than that what if he doesn't look at me at all?

Don't you think too much? What happen to that girl who wants to play playgirl role? Or you are again being that girl, who was made up by her mother?

No, needs to go on that thing. I know what I've to do, I lingered my hand on the lock of the door, and open it in a quick stern. What I didn't know was he has his back resting on the door, so when I opened it he almost fell back.

As I said almost, he quickly regained his balance, and took a step back. When his eyes met mine, there was something in them for the very first time which I've seen in them. They were different.

Then he took my full appearance from head to toe, and later fixated his gaze on my face.

It was not comfortable; not at all to him see me like this! What was he doing? He hadn't spoken a word? Why?

Am I looking that bad?

"So- "I cleared my mouth; my hands were resting on my waist.

"So-"he whispered, still gazing his chocolaty brown depth of pools on my blue ones, His gaze was not intimated, that If I looked one more time in them! I'm not sure about losing myself.

Maybe, I don't look good!

"Look, if this is that much bad, then I must change it."

"Oh my god" These are the words he uttered, in so long time. But I didn't get it? What he wants to say?

"Wh-"he cut me off in mid- sentence.

"You look beautiful, and hot, and sexy."

Seriously, he said this? Oh my. I looked away, suddenly, I feel little warmer than I was before. Great I must be looking like a tomato now. I looked in his direction again, he was smirking! Because I was a freaking tomato!

Act smart!

"You know what? I was born to hear the word- sexy." Tell me these words are not slipped from my mouth? What the hell I was thinking? Born to hear that word? Uh I mentally slapped myself.

Before he could say anything, I went back to the changing room, and quickly locked it with my trembling fingers, and heavy breathing.

***

My cloth shopping was done! Now it is time for him to purchase things which make him boring, unattractive, and a book worm.

Like he is going to be unattractive for you!

Damn inner voice! Just shut up!

"Is it really important for me to wear baggy clothes?" he asked, like a child.

No, it is not, "yes it is."

"And using oil instead of gel for my sexy hairs?" He pouted.

No, no absolutely not. "yes. It is very important!"

"And about books? Is it necessary to always holds books and read them?" He whined.

No, not at all, "yes, that was a key for your role. In fact,"

"And, what the hell kind of fun in these entire thing?" he asked, raising his anger high.

"Exactly, that's the point! These thing aren't suppose to be funny!" he shakes his head, in disapproving look, I've no idea, if he actually going to do these things or not!

We have gone through one shop to another shop for his clothes; finally we get some suitable clothes for him! By the way, he also gets glasses to make himself sexy in that boring look. His wording, not mine's!

And in the last we came to the book section, I told him it would be great if he try some novels, it can make his interests on reading, more prominently. And the best part is? He agreed on it, without arguing.

"So, any genre in your mind?" I asked, as we entered in the local book shop. You know what I like most about this place? The smell of books, yeah it may sound weird, but it is true! Everywhere you can see was novels and novels. They wanting to be read them, and touched. Their stories were crave me more than any food. He didn't reply, as he was busy in searching something, and I was following him, until he stopped ahead at one of shelf. He slowly bent down, and picked fifty shades of grey series pack.

"Seriously?" I asked, out of all the amazing novels he selected this! "I've to read, and I know very well, this book helps me in my reading." He smirked, while raising his one eyebrow, skeptically.

He's such a jerk!

An absolute jerk! And before I could stop him, he walked away, paid money, and left the store. I went after him to ask him? What is wrong with him? At one time he was ok? Not leaving my side! And in another minute he left me with his cockiness.

"Cole!" I shouted, he was talking with someone in his phone. I walked towards his direction, and tapped on his shoulder, "what the-"he shushed me with his finger, that was by the way resting on my lips. "We have to go hospital." His voice came like a whisper into my ears.

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