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I roll my eyes.

I want to slap him in the face right now. I have never, ever been a person who thinks about violence, but this man seems to just bring out a primal rage in me.

He gave up the chance to have sex with me, but now he is apparently consumed with worry about me going shopping on my own. I don’t understand.

“Just get out of the car. You will be bored going shopping with me.”

“I’m coming with you, Darya.”

“You are too paranoid, Stefano,” I mutter angrily.

He just stares blankly at me, not budging. The veins on his forearms are visible because he has his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I run my eyes over them, distracted, then quickly look away, not wanting him to notice that I was looking.

“Fine, you know what, I don’t care. Let’s just get going.”

The driver starts driving again, and I decide not to sulk about this weird situation. I won’t have the alone time I needed to clear my head, but I can still have fun with this.

He is going to regret coming with me. I will make sure he does. I am going to go into the most girly shops and take my time with everything.

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At the mall, I go all out.

Every single shop that catches my eye has me running into it.

I purposefully try on the most beautiful dresses—tight fitting, short and sexy—and parade around in front of Stefano in them, pretending to be looking in the mirror deciding if I want them or not, but actually watching his expression.

I will make sure that not only does he have to suffer through hours of shopping, but he is also going to have a very clear view of what he gave up on having—me—and how good I think I look in these dresses.

Stefano stays calm the entire shopping spree. He doesn’t complain once and he patiently lets me browse shop after shop. He watches me, but I don’t see any annoyance or much of a reaction at all to my attempts at provoking him.

Oddly, I am having a blast, though.

I didn’t realize that just having the company today would make it more fun.

I am just about done with the shopping, feeling completely exhausted, when I spot a lingerie shop. In the window is a white bridal lace set, and it makes me think about how I regretted not having lingerie on underneath my wedding dress.

Well, I might not need the bridal set anymore, but I can definitely taunt Stefano by choosing something else. He might not want to have sex with me, but I can still show him what he is missing out on.

I walk straight towards the lingerie shop and through the doors with a sly grin on my face and a skip in my step. This is going to be fun.

Stefano walks casually behind me, seemingly unfazed about being surrounded by ridiculously sexy lingerie. His cool and calm demeanor is spoiling my fun. I wanted to see him sweat a little, perhaps a glint of that animalistic lust I saw in his eyes when he watched me strip.

I wander through the shop trying to find the most erotic and sexy piece I can.

I spot it.

Black, sheer, tight, edged with lace, suspenders, and a perfectly placed slit that runs all the way from the front to the back of the transparent panties.

I pick it up and hold it against my body. His eyes darken ever so slightly, but otherwise there is no reaction.

Dammit.

Well, I’m getting it.

Even if he isn’t interested in me, I have a newfound interest in feeling sexy.

The lady at the cashier's desk places the delicate set in a white box folded between tissue paper. I pay her and turn to Stefano.

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