Chapter 36
“It is,” he agreed. “You know what I’m referring to though.”
The portrait…
I suck in a breath and looked back up.
“I prefer you with short hair,” I said causing him to smirk at my response.
“Something we agree on.”
The rest of the drive was silent, and it took about thirty minutes until we reached a mall.
“It’s a human mall but some of my wolves work here,” Alaric said, as we got out of the car.
The first place Alaric took me to, was Starbucks. It seemed stupid but I had never been in my life, and whenever I had watched a show on Netflix and a character would have a coffee or a caramel frappuccino from the coffee shop, I would always get jealous. Alaric had ordered himself an Americano and a breakfast roll. When he asked me what I wanted, I couldn’t help but smile in excitement. I asked for a caramel frappuccino and just like Alaric, a breakfast roll also. We waited in line with all the other people, I had noticed that the girls in line stared at Alaric; batting their eyelashes and giggling to get his attention. I didn’t blame those girls, Alaric was a fine–looking specimen especially since he was dressed smart–casually in dark jeans that hugged his long and toned legs. He had paired the jeans with smart looking shoes and a light grey buttoned–up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a few of his top buttons were undone. Aside from Alaric getting looks, I also got a few glances. Not because I looked as good as him but because of my damn purple eyes. As soon as someone caught a glimpse of the colour, they stared in a mix of horror and shock.
Alaric soon collected our order and we sat down to eat. I kept my eyes averted down the whole time, worried that someone would look at my eyes and stare. Alaric hadn’t seemed to notice the girls staring and giggling around him, but if he did; he didn’t show it.
I took a small sip of the iced coffee and caramel drink, and my eyes closed in delight. How had I not had anything like this in my whole life? I opened my eyes to see Alaric staring at me, he didn’t look at me like I was completely insane. His look was one that showed pity, and regret. I didn’t want him to feel sorry for me, it only reminded me of how I was treated by my father. Alaric didn’t say a word, it was as if he had an inkling that it would only make me feel worse.
After we ate, Alaric led me around the mall, taking me to different retail shops. He literally bought whatever I touched and he even didn’t make a fuss when I asked if I could try on a few items. He had just waited patiently for me, and when I returned out of the different changing rooms in the different stores, he would either be typing on his phone, talking to someone on the phone or just standing there like an alert security guard. Many women glanced at him, trying to get his attention but he just ignored every single one. Each time that I said I had enough items, Alaric dismissed it and took me to another store. I felt slightly uneasy about him having to pay for everything, but he didn’t seem to care. Alaric just swiped his card as if it was nothing as if money grew on trees for him.
“I think I’ve got enough stuff now,” I said to Alaric as we walked around the mall. Alaric carried my bags in one hand and his other hand was entwined with mine. He had grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers so suddenly, that when I looked up at him, it was like
he hadn’t noticed he had done the gesture.
“You sure?” he asked, looking down at me.
Nodding my head, I looked at the bags. “I’m sure, I’ve got plenty.”
Alaric had bought me so many different outfits, ranging from skirts and dresses to skinny jeans and a few denim shorts. He had also paid for countless t–shirts and jumpers and many pairs of underwear, I did feel a bit embarra*sed by that when the sales lady was scanning the items but there wasn’t much to be said about the need for underwear and bras.
“Alright, we’ll head back then,” Alaric said as we continued to walk.
We pa*sed a few more shops, but one shop, in particular, caught my eye. In the display window, a mannequin model was dressed in a denim black high waisted skirt, with a silky purple spaghetti–strapped top, that was slightly revealing. The skirt had some slight rips in it, as well as textured pockets, it came to about mid–thigh. I stopped in mid–track, as we came face to face with the mannequin, the outfit stood out to me. To any other girl, it was a simple outfit, but to me, it was something different and something new. I was never allowed to wear things, dresses or skirts always had to meet my knees. My shirts always had to cover up my shoulders or in the winter I had to always wear a long sleeve. The dress that Alpha Richards had got for me was the first time I had worn something so daring The difference between Alpha Richards‘ dress and these clothes on the mannequin was that I had seen this outfit for myself, and I really wanted it.
