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I smile to myself. I miss my friends.
Well, I’ve finally met a guy. I’ll tell you about him when we can get on FaceTime. Just know things are good and I’m out shopping on Oxford street. He may have given me his credit card to use. What’s a girl to do? Love you x
I know they’ll have questions, but at least saying something is better than saying nothing at all. I’m sure Alistair will let me know, sooner rather than later, that I’m not to divulge our relationship with anyone. Hence the NDA.
I’m swamped with all the stores on Oxford street that make a poor girl happy; Primark. Tommy Hilfiger. Nike. Calvin Klein. Harrods. Lacoste. Gucci. Cartier. Urban Outfitters. Gap. River Island. Selfridges. The list goes on and on. I’m in seventh heaven.
The driver tells me to call him when I need the bags picked up. I go straight to Gap and Nike and buy some new sweats and hoodies plus a nice pair of runners. Alistair can have me in silk and satin, but when I’m on my own time, I’ll be in my sweatpants.
I pass La Perla and remember Alistair’s words about finding something sexy to wear to bed. It’s ridiculously expensive and I try not to look at the tags. I don’t want him to be disappointed if I come home with nothing. My usual cotton Marks and Spencer or Primark panties aren’t gonna cut the mustard with him around.
I settle on a blush pink matching set, black, white — since apparently he can see my boobs through my blouse — and several negligees and a short and cami set. The fabric is like butter, with intricate and pretty lace detail. I can’t say I’d ever spend that amount of money on panties and bras even if I had it, but since he’s paying, I treat myself.
I spent almost three thousand pounds.
I mean, he said no limit, but I’m sure I’ll anger him by spending all of that on underwear but a thrill goes through me when I think about his form of punishment.
I stop and have sushi for lunch and meet up with the driver so he can store my bags.
I send a message to Alistair while I eat.
Me
Just letting you know I’m shopping up a storm and I have a present for you. That’s if you’ve been a good boy???
I smile to myself, hoping he’ll see the funny side. I wait a few minutes, but no reply comes and he hasn’t read the message. No doubt he’s stuck in back-to-back meetings. My cheeks flush when I think about what I did this morning and how much power I felt taking him like that. He was at my mercy, and something about that tingles deep inside me.
When I check the time after wandering around Neman Marcus, it’s almost four o’clock. This shopping nonsense really does take it out of you. I grab a couple pairs of shoes and when I see a sparkly pair of flats by Miu Miu, I know I’m going to end up with a red ass after I spend almost five hundred pounds on them. I smile to myself, wondering how angry he’ll be.
Pleased with my day of shopping, we head to my place so I can grab a few more of my things. I’ll admit, I don’t have much and what I do have I love; such as my worn in Nike sneakers and favourite Primark tracksuit. There’s something about your own stuff that is positively soothing. I also grab my trusty pillow and throw. I love having my own blanket to snuggle in. I forgot my kindle in my rush the other day, so I swipe that too and a bunch of chargers. I quickly text Chelsea to let her know I’ll be out for a few days on a business trip — not that she’d care, but it’s courteous, I suppose.
By the time I grab all of that, it’s almost five.
My heart races when I think about Alistair and if he really will be angry that I’m not home when he told me to be. Home. I snort at the idea. He said it more than once, and both times it made the butterflies in my stomach jitter.
As if reading my mind, a text comes through from the man himself. He still didn’t reply to the text I sent while I ate my lunch.
Mr. D
Princess, I’ve been thinking about you all day and what we did. I can’t wait to get home. I hope you did me proud today.
My heart thumps in my chest when I read his words. So sometimes I do get playful Mr. Devereaux. He doesn't show his face very often, but when he does, it’s like Hallelujah.
I smile as I quickly text him back.
Me
I think you’ll be quietly impressed with my purchases
Mr. D
What about underwear?
Me
I hit La Perla pretty hard — we’re on a first name basis
Mr. D
