Chapter 7

　　Joann's POV.

　　Ever since I was a kid, I had this obsession with wedding dresses.

　　I'd wear my mum's own, which had been oversized, and twirl around the mirror, giggling at my silly self.

　　I'd hope and dream that one day, my prince Charming would be here, twirling besides me in his suit.

　　That was all I wanted.

　　All I hoped for.

　　All I dreamed of.

　　And all I ever even asked Santa for.

　　And then, my wish was granted in the form of Steven, or so I thought.

　　"Would you like one?" Zein asked beside me, and I rolled my eyes.

　　"Don't be silly, Mr Sanchez, I'm not getting married," I mumbled, and he chuckled in amusement.

　　"You will, soon," He said, and I turned, not bothering to ask him any further questions.

　　I could feel eyes on me, from shop clerks, attendants, even customers.

　　Each probably wondered what a raggy looking girl was doing besides a wealthy trillionaire.

　　Well, I'm wondering that also.

　　I walked towards the corporate aisle, and picked the dresses that looked simple enough.

　　"How about this?" He asked, lifting a diamond crested, off shoulder gown for me.

　　"Yeah, maybe In a million Years" I mumbled sarcastically and he frowned.

　　"But, this would look good on you tho" He mumbled, checking it out.

　　Of course it would in your eyes.

　　Pervert.

　　I sighed, and said nothing, heading towards the counter.

　　"Are you done?" He asked, glancing at the dresses in the cart.

　　"Yeah, I am"

　　"But, there are four dresses here" He mumbled.

　　"Too much? I knew they were" I said and made to return them, only for him to stop me.

　　"Seriously?" He asked with a scoff, taking the cart away from me and rolling it back to the corporate aisle.

　　He began throwing clothes in, one, two, three, four, ten.

　　My eyes widened as I rushed to stop him.

　　"Quit it, they're too much" I mumbled and he rolled eyes.

　　"I am a fùcking trillionaire, mind repeating that statement?" He asked and I went shut.

　　He's right, he could probably buy the whole store if he wanted to, but still, I didn't feel great about this.

　　"Fine.." I mumbled and he nodded as I let go of his arm that I didn't realize I was holding.

　　Sheesh.

　　He kept throwing more in, until the cart was filled to the grim, while I stood there and watched.

　　He rolled the cart by himself towards the counter, cutting in line, the people grumbled, and the lady looked up, her eyes suddenly growing surprised.

　　"Mr. Sanchez?" She called, her voice going hollow, the grumbling people went shut immediately, muttering between themselves.

　　Zein stared at her with null eyes, tapping the counter table repeatedly.

　　"Good… good afternoon sir, I'll have everything packaged already" She said with a smile, working through everything fastly yet precisely in a way that'd ensure no errors.

　　She had everything done soon, and handed it over to Zein who took it.

　　Her eyes went to me, and she squinted.

　　"You can't cut in line" She said, her eyes growing irritable and I sneered.

　　"She's my secretary, watch the way you speak to her" Zein defended, even though I didn't really need it.

　　Worse comes to worse, and I'll scratch off his girl's mascara off her eyes.

　　Simple.

　　"Oh, I'm sorry, didn't realize" She quickly apologized, bowing low enough to showcase her cleavage.

　　Bitc..

　　"Tch" Zein responded, and turned to me, handing his arm over to me.

　　I wouldn't have taken it on a normal ground, but nah, I wanted to spite this girl, so I did.

　　We walked out, and I could hear the number of goodbyes from behind, even the bowing of people simultaneously.

　　How can one man command so much aura?

　　It's insane.

　　I got into his car, and he drove me home, the drive was silent, not in an uncomfortable way, but one that suggests how drained both of us are.

　　"J" He called me and I frowned.

　　"You just had to soften my name, and decided to make it J?" I asked and he chuckled softly.

　　"I had always loved calling you J"

　　"We just met" I muttered and he shrugged.

　　"You didn't think about that when you had me deep inside your p…"

　　"Finish that word, and I swear, I'll ..."

　　I paused midway.

　　What can I do?

　　He's my boss.

　　The one paying my salary.

　　The only reason I could fend for myself.

　　What could I possibly do to him?

　　"Do what?" He asked, his smirk growing and I scoffed, but said nothing.

　　"Who was your ex, Joann?" He asked me the question again, and I felt my heart thug.

　　Why does he have to bring that up now?

　　I didn't say anything, I kept shut, and so did he.

　　The silence became unbearable, not like the comfortable one we had earlier.

　　It was pressing on me, Zein didn't seem like he'd ask me again, but it also didn't seem as if he'd give up.

　　And the way he drove slowly, he was giving me time, I needed to give him an answer at least.

　　"Steven" I called the name, and I saw his arm pressed closely against the wheel.

　　Why?

　　"Okay" He answered me quietly, and it was back to another plot of quietness.

　　He dropped me off at home and left without a word, it felt as if his whole mood changed immediately I uttered those words, Why?

　　I sighed, walking into my damped yet cozy apartment.

　　I fell down on the couch tiredly, my eyes staring at the paperbags of clothes.

　　I smiled slowly.

　　Maybe Zein isn't that bad afterall.

　　I mean, everything I got to know about him till now, seemed normal.

　　He was smart, creative, a good man, and recognized my talents.

　　He even went as far as entrusting a contract to me on my first day, a contract that should be given to top tiers.

　　I don't know if to be worried, or happy.

　　I wanted to be glad, I wanted to be happy, but if there's one thing that my experience with Steven had taught me was that men weren't to be trusted.

　　So yeah, I'll do my best to make sure I don't make that same deadly mistake.

　　I hope.