When we arrived at the boutique, everyone was there and what I meant by everyone is that the shop closed today specifically for Emery’s gown fitting. The men in the family sat around all over the boutique. A few were touching their phones, the rest were having conversation back and forth.
When my mother saw me, she immediately waved me over. Axel following behind.
“I am not going to discuss your attire today. I’m going to pretend you are wearing something decent.” She sniffed distastefully.
I tried not to roll my eyes and pushed past her opinions. Years of living with my mother, I take what can I can. Fighting will get me nowhere other than her sobbing and causing a scene. She lifted a dress for me.
“I have found the perfect dress for you.” My mother lifted a tight-fitting knee-length crème color dress.
“Mom, you know I don’t like wearing tight-fitting clothes,” I told her.
She huffed, “Can’t you at least try it on?”
I took the dress from her and the first thing I do is glance at the size. My eyes widening when I saw the size.
“This will not fit me. I’m at least a size sixteen in dress. This is a size ten.” I handed it back to her.
She sniffed, “Well, it would have fit you if you did the program I told you about.”
“Mrs. Friedman, I am sorry to interrupt but is that really necessary? Your daughter is perfect the way she is.” Axel looked dangerously angry. He took a protective step in front of me almost shielding me from my own mother.
My mother was about to open her mouth to hurtle back another remark, but Axel raised his hand halting my mother’s words.
“If you don’t mind, I’ll like to have a few words with Ryleigh.” He pulled me away. His grip on my arm tightening with each passing second.
He pulled me to a private corner, “Why do you let her talk to you like that?”
I rolled my eyes, “I’m used to it. That’s just how she is.”
“That doesn’t give her the right to throw insults at you? She’s putting you down and she’s your mother.” Axel’s eyes darkening with fury.
I placed a hand on his cheek, “Hey, you. Look at me.”
He blinked, and his eyes calmed down a notch.
“I’m fine. Seriously. I’ve learned to brush it off.”
“I have known you for a long time, Ryleigh. She’s the main reason why you can’t see how fucking beautiful you are.” Axel growled.
Dear lord, this man is about to go hulk in this boutique. I needed to redirect his anger. Find something for him to do.
“Hey, how about you help me find a dress,” I told him.
It worked because his eyes returned to normal. He exhaled harshly and ran his fingers through his hair again. He glanced around the boutique and then back at me.
“Let’s just get this over with. If we stay here any longer, I might just strangle your mother.” He snapped before taking a hold of my wrist. We went through the aisles of dresses.
I was looking at one side while he looked at the other. He was the only man who was searching for dresses which earned him a few whispers from women nearby. Axel didn’t pay them any regard.
When we found a couple of dresses, we went into a private dressing room where he handed me some dresses to try on. I put his choices along with mine.
I tried on all the dresses that he and I both picked out but all of them made me feel uncomfortable and extremely ugly and fat. It either made me look like I an all-around cupcake or I cut a hole in a bedsheet and put it on over my head.
Sitting in the dressing room, I suddenly felt like crying. I tell Axel that I brush it off but those comments that my mother makes are hurtful. I can try not letting it get to me, but I have ears. I hear things and I can’t unhear them even if I wanted to. I know she loves me, but my mother was a very shallow person.
Tears started running down my cheek and I started sniffling. I cried sitting on the bench in the dressing room in nothing but a matching set of violet lace bra and panties. It was one that I bought before coming here.
I stood up and looked in the mirror and saw how my muffin top and belly fat stuck out. I even tried putting my hair down to see if it will help make me look better in a dress, but nothing worked. This was why I don’t like shopping.
I was so busy sniffling and crying that when the curtains to the dressing room suddenly were yanked open, I let out a scream only for me to stifle it back when I saw who it was.
Axel looked me up and down before his eyes landed on my face. My eyes were red from crying. My cheeks were streaked with tears.
“Why are you crying?” He walked inside, uncaring that I was completely naked. My butt cheeks half shown. He closed the curtains behind him and took a step forward.
His body heat spread all over my backside. I wanted to so much lean into his body for comfort.
“It’s nothing,” I mumbled, wiping my tears.
He rolled his eyes, “I’m not stupid.”
“Then why did you ask me if you aren’t?” I retorted with a cheesy sad smile.
He smirked before placing two hands on the bare skin at my waist. Immediately, heat and shock waves sizzled through my body from that small little touch. I swallowed and met his eyes in the mirror.
“Do you not see how beautiful you are?” He asked.
“Beautiful? Where? I see nothing but fat.” I grumbled, even as confident as I can be. I still hold insecurities.
“We are all flawed in our own ways, Hermosa. You, however, are not flawed because of this body. You are flawed because you let those words get to you. You are beautiful.” His hands dipped lower, his voice turning huskier.
“These curves are delicious. Sexy.” He murmured.
I watched him in the mirror. The way he caressed my side, all the while with his eyes looking into mine. I know Axel and I have looked into his eyes so many times. He can read me as much as I can read him. His eyes were smoldering with lust.
He bit his lower lip as his hands skimmed to my front, wrapping around me.
“Why can’t you see what I see?” He whispered in a such a deep tone that I couldn’t help but shiver.
“What do you see?” I breathed.
“I see perfection. I see the curves of a strong woman.” He replied. “Want to know a secret?”
“We have been friends from a long time, Ryleigh, but you don’t know what I have been thinking every damn time when you and I are sleeping right next door to each other.” God, his voice getting huskier with desire. The ache between my legs increasing to an unimaginable magnitude.
“And?” I breathed, feeling the air thin almost completely in this dressing room.
“When I am laying in bed, I imagine you on top of me. My hands on your curvy waist while you ride me.” He admitted.
He pressed his front to my back and that’s when I felt his very hard bulge. He groaned and his fingers dug into my sides slightly. I gulped back a moan.
“You’re lying.” I can’t believe it. How can someone like Axel want someone like me?
“The evidence pressing onto you back should be truth enough. I’m hard as fuck for you.”
To my horror, a moan slipped and his dark chocolate eyes burned with a new lustful determination.
“Let me touch you. Show you just exactly how beautiful you are. Exactly how much I want you.” He said.
God, call me weak if you will but at this very moment, I needed this. I needed his words, his encouragement, and his desire.
I nodded and that was all the encouragement he needed.
Axel spun me around and pressed me against the wall. His large and hard body pressed up against me. His lips crushing mine--exploring, invading a familiar territory and marking it as if he owned my lips and tongue. Declaring that no one will kiss me again.
I felt his hands slipped behind and palmed my ass, squeezing it, and grounding his bulge against the spot that I ached the most.
When he pulled back, he was breathing hard, fighting for control.
“Last chance to back out, Hermosa, before I lose control.” His voice husky with need.
I looked at him. His lips were swollen from kissing me. His eyes filled with appreciation and desire.
“What if someone comes in and catches us?” I was breathing just as hard.
“Do you really care what they think?” He asked. One hand moved to my breast and twisted my nipple.
I bit back another moan. He dropped his head and latched onto my nipple over the lace bra. I cried out softly and my hand went to his hair. I have never been touched intimately like this before. It was a whole new sensation.
“Fuck what they think...” I gasped, just wanting more of this mind-numbing pleasure he was giving me.