Me After Meeting You

However, before Amber could respond, Ian let go of her just as quickly, his voice slightly hoarse as he asked “Is it new?”

The boss clearly knew about his habits, and immediately replied, “Yes, it’s brand new. It was just made yesterday, and not even a model has tried it on yet.”

Ian nodded, and then looked at Amber again. “Will you wear it out?”

‘Had he decided to buy it just like that?’ Herself hadn’t yet expressed her opinion at all, ok?

Unwilling to cave in that easily, she said, “I think that the white one looks prettier.”

Unfortunately, no one listened to her, and the female boss even said, “You do look very pretty in the white one. You can just buy both of them.”

Ian didn’t care about her opinions, and leisurely ordered, “Get them both.”

Amber was stunned by his decisiveness.

Custom-made clothes didn’t have any price tags on them, but Amber could tell just from the material and the design that they wouldn’t be cheap. But even after she prepared herself, her heart still ached when she finally saw their prices, for just two plain dresses, without any diamond inlay, silver threading, or any fanciful embroidery, it actually cost 12. 000 dollar, and this was even after the top VIP discount was applied!

‘Hmm, anything custom-made is definitely high-class, and I rarely indulge myself … I’ll just consider this a treat for herself.’

Amber thought as she comforted herself. When she saw Ian move to pay the bill, she quickly intercepted him and took out her own wallet. “I’ll pay for myself.” And she handed her card over.

The boss looked at Ian, who looked at Amber.

Amber said, pretending to be calm, “Both of these dresses look pretty, but I prefer paying for things with my own money.”

Ian put down the pen, and Amber released a pent up breath. Since the status between the two of them was still unclear, she would feel very stressed about spending his money no matter how wealthy he was.

But before she could breathe out fully, he twisted his head around and said, “Wrap up all of the dresses in the shop.” He then pointed at Amber. “She’ll pay.”

Amber made a OvO face. “….”

She didn’t doubt for a single moment that Ian would make someone send all these dresses to her house even if she refused. His next words clarified his stance even further. “Don’t worry about her being unable to pay. She’s a doctor at Presbiterian, so she’s rich.”

Amber “….”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

‘A wise man submits to his circumstances, so why did I have to offer to pay!’ Even as Amber regretted her previous decision, she decisively moved the bill in front of Ian. “I’m poor, so please pay for me!”

Upon seeing their behavior, the female boss and the store employees couldn’t help themselves from smiling. They even turned away to hide their laughter.

Ian’s expression, however, didn’t shift at all. Instead, he seriously asked her, “But what if that decreases your enjoyment of shopping?”

Amber believed that she was rather knowledgeable about psychology, but right now, she really didn’t know whether he truly believed her blatantly false excuse that she ‘enjoyed using her own money to shop,’ or if he was just mocking her.

‘Of course! If I take what he said earlier into consideration, then this fellow is clearly mocking me!’

Amber steeled her expression, pretended to not understand his words, and used the same earnest tone to say, “No. I’m actually happier when I use someone else’s money.”

Only then did Ian take the bill and sign it.

Everyone else in the shop was about to roll over from laughing. Amber’s face was a scarlet blood red, and the boss even joked, “Miss, Director Axton’s really in love with you, huh.” This female boss was actually quite familiar with Ian, and they even exchanged jokes between each other quite often.

She continued her teasing, saying, “Director Axton’s always been on his own, and I’ve never seen him bring any other girls around. I used to even think that he would focus on his career his entire life and never think about marriage. But who would have thought that he’d find such a beautiful and interesting fiancee as you?”

And then her gaze flickered over to the hickey that Ian had left on her neck.

What could Amber say? She could only wordlessly smile and bear the burden of being ‘Ian’s fiancee.’

***

After they left the store, Amber said, “It’s a bit late, and I have to go home soon.”

Ian actually didn’t refuse and calmly sent her home, leaving Amber in a state of discomfort-it wasn’t that she couldn’t bear to see him go, but rather that her instincts were screaming that he was planning something big even though she couldn’t see anything of the sort. Was he really just going to gift her two dresses and be done with it?

Ian really didn’t seem like someone who would just give up on his plan that easily!

And when her thoughts reached this point, she subconsciously felt somewhat stifled. As Amber moved to leave the car, she even said, somewhat uncertainly, “Then … I’m going?”

Ian dispassionately asked, “What else? … Are you inviting me up?”

Amber finally managed to squeeze out a quick “No, goodbye!”

Ian smiled shallowly, making Amber blush as she turned to open the car door.

But then, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back. Amber, startled, asked, “What’re you doing …?”

She had barely finished saying ‘doing’ when he forcefully pushed the word back into her mouth. Ian took advantage of that opportunity to stick the tip of his tongue into her mouth, and start sucking on the tip of her own tongue. As they were still inside the tight confines of the car, the sucking and kissing noises were very distinct.

Amber was very embarrassed, but she also couldn’t deny the happiness that she felt. But this sort of happiness still had its own bottom line, and when she felt his hand creeping up the bottom of her dress, it was also about to cross that line. Amber immediately stopped him from going any further, opening her eyes.

She struggled against his hold, and he didn’t keep continuing forcefully this time. Ian calmly removed himself from her mouth but kept his cool palm on her thigh, rubbing it gently and meticulously.

Amber grabbed his hand and tightly held it still.

Ian looked at her, at her clear, pellucid eyes, as he slowly sobered up. As his mind regained its clarity, he could see the line separating him and her briefly disappear and then reappear.

His grip on the back of her head tightened, and an indistinct impatience surfaced from the bottom of his heart, born out of greed and ruthlessness. He felt a primordial desire to ravage her ferociously, bestially.

But he restrained himself, not wanting to scare her again. Thus, when Amber asked, “Ian, can we not progress that quickly.”

He repressed the primordial urges in his heart. Instead, he once again bent his head down, lightly licked the corners of her lips, and rubbed his face against hers as he said, “Wear that red dress next time.”

His hand was still placed dangerously on her thigh. Amber was reminded of the money that he had paid, thought, All right, I guess I do owe him a favor, and nodded.

With that answer, Ian let go of her happily.

That night, Amber had another dream filled with pornographic content. She didn’t remember the exact details, but there was one very memorable scene that she remembered even after waking up … on a bright and sunny day, a woman had been cornered by a man. His slightly cold fingers had stroked her waist lightly before dipping inside of her body ….