The Proposal [18+]

Chapter 5 - "Things are getting hard..."

    I ended up playing Lorena's little doll. I was completely and utterly powerless to stop her as she made me try one combination after the other. Almost her entire wardrobe got scattered around on the bedroom floor. One could hardly move around. I was forced to stand in one place, barely breathing.

After torturous eternity of her probing me and making me try on everything she owns, from casual clothing to ball gowns, she was finally satisfied with really short (it barely covered my crotch), strapless dress with floral pattern and large, black belt that was tight around my tiny waist. Because the dress was strapless, I ended up going braless, which made me very uncomfortable and conscious of myself and my appearance at all times. On my feet were beige, strapless and elegant high heels. They had a cute yellow pattern across the toes which gave them a lovely pop of colour. She fastened a huge blue necklace around my neck with an elegant, silver chain. It looked like roses or something, made out of gems. She gave me a small golden letter bag. She put a cute little hat with a bow on my head and I was ready to go, at least according to her.

She, on the other hand, dressed herself in a high waist jeans shorts and eclectic, sleeveless, golden shirt with ruffled collar and bold, golden leather high heels with intricate black pattern. She had tons of different bracelets on each hand, up to her elbow, and huge (probably designer, too) sunglasses that covered half of her face.

Both of us had red lipstick on our lips and she smiled at the astonished look on my face. "I like to dress boldly," she winked at me and gave me a peck on the lips, pulling me towards the entrance.

"It's obvious how dirty rich you are," I muttered lowly to myself as she dragged me along. She stopped and gave me a peculiar look. "You dress as though you don't have a limit when money is a problem and you don't even care if you're overdressed, like no critics can touch you," I cleared it up for her.

"Oh," she stopped to think about it and then smiled deviously, "but that's true, my darling. I don't have a limit when money is an issue, you can check with my husband about that," she winked at me. "And I don't care what people say about me, I can go to a funeral and be dressed like a rainbow and later go to an exclusive party and be dressed like in ripped jeans and printed t-shirt. I don't have to worry about paparazzi because their opinion simply doesn't matter," she told me gently and gave me another peck on the lips. "Now come on, Luca is waiting for us." With that, she continued dragging me all the way outside where Luca was standing and waiting for us, playing deaf at my weak protests that I can walk by myself.

Next to Luca was a sleek and black sports car. He wore dark blue jeans and black dress shirt. I may not be wearing black but still, it looked like we're going to an extravagant funeral. At that thought I chuckled lowly to myself. They looked at me, looking kind of weirdly at me.

"What's so funny?" Luca asked, corners of his mouth slightly moving upwards.

I leaned on my knees, catching my breath, before answering to him little breathily, "We look like we're going to a rock star's funeral," I explained my weird behaviour, clutching my stomach. It started to ache due to my laughing.

"Indeed we do, love," he came to us and embraced us both, showering us with kisses at the same time. His action left us breathless and giggling like schoolgirls. We stood on our tiptoes at the same time and leaned into him, kissing his cheeks.

He gave us a hundred-watts-smile and bowed to us like an old-fashioned butler, opening the car doors for us. Once we were settled, he closed the door, getting in himself and started the car.

After about half an hour of our drive my eyes started to get droopy and I closed them to get some rest. Considering my lack of sleep these days it came to no surprise for me. My head dropped to my chest.