After Divorce, I Won The Christmas Lottery

Chapter 4: Shopping With Zander

Liz

We eat breakfast and chat. I try to act like nothing is wrong, but I can’t get the image of him pleasuring himself in the shower out of my mind. That was so hot, and I only ran away because I was getting turned on.

He is very blessed and the way he stroked his d**k was pure perfection. I haven’t seen many c***s, but he is definitely huge. Kyle is not that big and his balls hang very low. Zander’s whole body is pure perfection. Now I find myself wondering if he is as good in bed as I suspect he is.

“Did you hear me?” Zander asked me. I completely zoned out just now. “No, sorry. What did you say?” I asked. “I asked if you were ready to go. Where is your head at?” he asks me and I can’t help but blush. “Ah, I know,” he says and chuckles and gets up.

“Let’s go you perv.” He says, and I momentarily lose my footing at the shock of his comment. He catches me before I slip and keeps me steady with his hands on my waist. “I was just kidding, you are very easy to tease.” He says, absentmindedly rubbing circles with his thumbs on my belly. Or at least I think he doesn’t realize what he is doing. He couldn’t possibly be interested in me, could he?

I steadied myself and moved out of his grip. I immediately felt the absence of his warm hands. “You just caught me off guard.” I say, and he nods, and I start walking to the door. “Your car or mine? Or I could follow you if you have to be at work.” I said as he walked over. He gives me a coat to wear and puts on his own. It’s a little big, but it will have to do.

“My driver will take us.” He says and opens the door. There is a black SUV parked out front with a driver waiting to open the door. He helps me in and then gets in next to me. “Do you normally use a driver?” I ask. “Most of the time when I go to work. I tend to drive myself when I know I have after-work commitments. But today, I want to give you all my attention,” he says, and I smile.

I have so much on my mind, so I stare out the window trying to figure out my mess of a life. “What’s on your mind?” Zander asks me, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Are you helping me because you think I am pathetic and a charity case?” I ask, and he looks at me with a frown.

“Why would you ask me that? And you are anything but pathetic,” he says. “I just don’t understand why you are doing all this for me.” I say. “You deserve to be taken care of. Just allow someone to look after you for once, okay.” He says and takes my hand and squeezes it. I smile but there are so many things running through my mind, and I am second guessing myself.

“Stop over thinking Liz,” he says. “Do you read minds too?” I ask and he chuckles. “No, your face gives away your emotions. That’s one of the things I like about you. You can never hide how you really feel. That’s also how I knew that you were thinking of my c**k earlier.” He says smirking and I slap his arm. “You ass,” I say and we both laugh.

We pulled up to the mall and we headed inside. I did notice the looks I got from passers-by, but I didn’t care. There are Christmas decorations and music playing everywhere and everyone seems to be in a holiday mood. He leads me to a boutique and we go inside. I start browsing the rails and his phone rings.

He looks at it and frowns. “It’s okay, you can take it. I will be quick.” I said. “Just give me two minutes, it’s the office.” He said and I smiled and nodded. He walks outside and takes the call, while I continue to browse. I see a dress I like, and look at the price tag and nearly faint.

“Thirteen thousand dollars for this?” I said softly. “Yes, everything in here is custom-made. I doubt you can even afford to look at it. Now, run along. There is a Walmart three blocks away that’s more your speed.” A sales woman with a nasally voice and an upturned nose says.

She looks me up and down and sneers at me. “Do you speak to all your clients like that?” I ask. “Only the poor ones, now do yourself a favor and f**k off.” She says. “Not today, Satan, not today. You are a very rude b***h, and you know who is an even bigger b***h?” I asked, and she gave me a look with one eyebrow raised.

“Who? You?” she asks and scoffs. “No Karma, and I hope she gives you a big dose of reality real soon.” I say and turn around and walk out. Zander is still on his call, so I silently wait until he turns around. He sees me and hangs up. “Why are you outside? Didn’t you see anything you like?” he asks.

“I did, but I was told I can’t shop there.” I say and shrug. “By whom?” he asks, and I nod towards the sales lady. “Come with me,” he says and takes my hand and leads me back into the store. He walks right up to her and looks at her badge. “Please tell me why my friend can’t shop here,” he says.

She looks at the two of us and scoffs. “You can’t even afford to look at these clothes, let alone buy them. Stop making a scene and leave. You are upsetting the paying customers. Go be poor elsewhere.” She says, and I look around. There was literally no one in the store. Is that b***h crazy or something?

“So, you are saying that you won’t serve us because we are poor?” he asks her, and she nods and glares at him. “Stop wasting my time and f**k off, the both of you.” she says. He looks at her in disbelief and I tug his hand and show him to leave, but he shakes his head.

He takes out his phone and makes a call. “Hey Cindy,” he says, and the girl listens in and scoffs. “Like you know the owner. f*****g low lives.” The sales woman says. “Did you hear that, Cindy? I am at your store with a dear friend of mine. I am spoiling her with a new wardrobe, and I thought that I would bring her here, because I know you need the sales.

But your sales person, Candice, has decided that we need to f**k off because we can’t even afford to look at the clothes in here. Now I can see why your slaes are down.” He says in a chirpy tone. Too chirpy, because I can literally feel his anger. “Okay,” he says and ends the call. “Please, stop acting like you know the owner. You are embarrassing yourselves. Get the…” she says but doesn’t finish because her phone rings.

She answers and then her eyes widen as she looks at us. “Yes mam,” she says. “No, I… I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” She says, and then she takes the phone away from her ear. She looks at Zander with wide eyes and then at me. “I am so sorry Mr. Caine; I didn’t know who you were. Please take whatever the lady wants, on the house.” She says, and Zander rolls his eyes.

“That apology wasn’t even convincing.” He says then he looks at me. “Was there something you liked, or do you want to go elsewhere?” he asks me. “I didn’t really have much time. There is one dress but its way too expensive.” I say. “Show me,” he says, and I walk to the dress and show him.

“We will take this,” he says, handing the dress to the saleswoman. Then he walks around and starts pulling outfits off the racks and gives them to her. “Size 6 in all of those and size 8 in all of these.” He says, pointing to the shoes. “This is way too much Zander,” I say, and he takes my hand and leads me over to the sofa.

“No, it isn’t, but it will do for now. We can go check out some other stores too.” he says and bends down and takes off my sneakers. I look at him and frown. “You sell shoes part-time too?” I ask and he chuckles. “No, I just know what I like to see on a beautiful woman.” He says simply, and I just look at him at a loss for words.

“How do you know my size?” I asked. “Rosa messaged me. She laundered your clothes of yesterday.” He says and I nod. He takes a sexy pointed stiletto off the shelf and checks the size before he puts it on my feet. It is a very beautiful shoe. He goes to get the first dress I like and hands it to me.

“Go put this on,” he says, and I nod and go change into the black and white form-fitting dress with a plunging neckline and a thigh high slit. Wow, I feel sexy. Not exactly what I would wear on a Monday, in this weather, but damn, I look good. I go out to show him and his eyes roam over my body.

“You look stunning, absolutely breathtaking. You can wear that tonight. I am taking you out for dinner. Maybe go change into this, we still have more shops to go to and those heels aren’t made for shopping.” He says, handing me jeans and a jersey to wear. I see there are a few coats my size too. “Are you sure you aren’t secretly a girl?” I ask and he chuckles.

“I told you, I know what I like to see on a beautiful woman,” he says, and I smile and walk back to the fitting room. I quickly changed and put the dress and heels on the counter. He hands me a pair of long boots that match the outfit, and helps me put them on. “There, all set for a day out with me,” he says, and I chuckle and shake my head.

He hands the b***h his card, but she shakes her head. “Madam Cindy said that you can have whatever you want, on the house.” She says. “No, just ring us up. My driver will come and collect the bags and my card.” He says and takes my hand and leads me out of the shop.

“Is it wise to leave your card with her?” I asked. “She won’t dare try anything. As it is, she will be without a job. Marlon is already on his way, and once he leaves, the mall security will come to escort her out of the store. Cindy is on her way here now,” he says.

“Is she a friend of yours?” I asked. “Client of the firm, turned friend. I helped her with her divorce and to open that store.” He says as we walk, still holding my hand. I have to admit, it feels kind of nice.