Page 16 of Blinded By The Sun
I remove my hand from my mouth. “Well, you have 4 guards at the entrance. 2 different drivers. 6 of the men I saw when you first brought me here, were in their home on the property. Then there’s Bobby, Jones and the head guy that goes places with you. I don’t know his name, but he looks mean.” I say. I look down, embarrassed.
“Watson.” Bobby says. “How do you know that?”
“I have a photographic memory and I pay way too much attention to detail. I’m sorry.”
“What are you apologizing for?” Ciro asks.
“It’s the Canadian way?” I tease and shrug, looking up at Ciro.
“Don’t apologize again unless you do something wrong. Tell me, did your uncle know that you can do this?” He asks.
I nod. “Yeah but he told me it was stupid and to stop being a freak.”
“Turgenev is a fucking idiot.” Is all Ciro says. He looks at Bobby and signals him.
“Okay King, you ready to get this day started?” Bobby asks getting up from his stool.
I nod. I stand up off the stool and walk off. “Tine, sit your ass back down.” I turn back to seePoutinewhine and park himself back near his owner.Was he following me?He’s so cute.
* * *
My hair took the longest to do but I feel like myself. Where Bobby took me, it was more than just a hair salon. They gave me a massage, made my face feel like it was worth a million bucks, and they applied make-up.
Bobby and I are now leaving the spa. I feel like a new woman. I run my fingers through my hair, I’ve never had it straightened before. I cried at the mere two inches that were trimmed off. But now that I see the necessity of the layering, I’m in love. I can’t stop smiling. Bobby and I get into the car. He places all the products they instructed me to buy for the upkeep of my hair and my face.
“Are we done now?” I ask Bobby as he merged into traffic.
Bobby snickers, shaking his head. “No. We have to go buy you clothes. You don’t think it’s odd that you’re walking around in boss’s clothes while you have your entire face done up?”
I shrug and smile. “I’m used to being naked.”
“Of course.” Bobby chuckles.
I laugh with him. We ride in silence as his music plays in the car.
When we get to the luxurious stores, I get looked over by the employee. She cocks her brow as she looks at Bobby, then back at me. “Welcome to Aristica, my name is Milly, and I’m here to help you out in your shopping experience.” she says all this while looking at Bobby. “Do you have anything specific you need?”
Bobby’s brows furrow. “Well, she’s the one that needs things.” He shows, gesturing towards me. “She needs a closet full of things. Dresses, short and long, splits, no splits, jeans, t-shirts, etc. You know, female things.”
“Oh! all right, well, right this way.” She plasters a smile that I can tell is fake. I follow, even though it feels like she doesn’t like me. I frown, I did nothing to her.
I don’t know how long it’s been since we’ve been in here, but with everything I’ve tried, Bobby either approves or doesn’t approve. It’s fun and I’ve been downing the tasty drinks in the glass that they’ve been giving. It has a fuzzy feeling once you swallow, but it tastes amazing. Like sweet juice that has a secret ingredient.
I step out of the fitting room in a white deep plunge V neck mini long-sleeve lace dress. My favorite part about this dress is the ruffles.
“You need to actually move so you can see the dress in the mirror.” Bobby says.
I give him an uncomfortable smile and he chuckles. I’m not uncomfortable with seeing myself, but more of these killer things called heels. I know how to walk in them, I’ve been practicing since I was 14 but it doesn’t mean I like them.
I take a deep breath in and exhale, lifting my head as I fully walk out of the fitting room or rather fitting area. I turn to my right where there are multiple mirrors. I can’t hide my smile because the ruffles at the bottom of the dress look even more beautiful. There’s a song that begins playing in the store and I can’t help but shake my body so that ruffles can move along with it.
Bobby chuckles. “You’ve got to be the most adorable person I’ve ever met. You remind me of my baby sister.” He states.
I turn to face him. “You have a sister? She must be the best, huh?” I ask.
Bobby stands from his seat as he looks at his phone. “Yeah, I guess.” He shrugs. “My parents won’t let her keep in contact with me because of the life I chose.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. That’s not fair.”
