Full Summary: Sakura has what every twenty-two-year old only dreams of; a penthouse flat in the centre of NYC (but she wishes she lives in a mansion), a wardrobe filled with designer clothes (but she wishes she had more), and a good job. But she wishes she had a better job. And she also wishes she hadn't spilt cappuccino all over that hot guy she met a few minutes ago…
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Disclaimer: This plot is loosely based on the "Shopaholic" series. I don't own CCS or the Shopaholic series. (I so wish I did…) I don't own Fall Out Boy's song either. I wish I did…
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Please leave some reviews, and feel free to leave any constructive criticisms or suggestions! Thanks! …I changed my penname from Sexy3Slytherin to Waltz Alone! I dunno where that came from… lol
Now that I'm done with my other CCS fic, Failure is Not an Option, I can focus on this fic! XD
And… just a side note… I already have a plot for a sequel planned out…
Should I make one? Review or email me to tell me! XD
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Update (June 15th, 2007): I have edited all of this story's chapters... because I've found very annoying typos. Also, be sure to check out the sequel to this story, Shopaholic Walks Down the Aisle, if you already haven't :)
In the Shoes of a Shopaholic
-Chapter 5 – Shopaholic, KO'd?
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This is hard…
I follow the neat piles of clothes I've laid out on my bed with my eyes. The weather today: pretty warm. The radio's on, and Fall Out Boy's Dance, Dance is playing… Yay! I jump up and down on the spot.
Should I wear that cute skirt I got from Dolce & Gabbana? With those Gucci heels I got? Wait…
I'm too lazy to shave my legs…
Hmm… May be that pair of beige pants…. Or those Guess jeans… hmm… I should ask Tomoyo. I'm about to call her name when I realize she's at Eriol's. She's spending more and more time with him, as if their baby's going to pop out of her any moment. I sigh to myself and pick up a pair of black pants. I slowly take off my pajama pants and slip into them, feeling dazed. "Dance, dance…"
I jump when the phone suddenly rings. Startled, I hurry and pick it up. "Hello?"
"Hey, monster," comes a familiar voice. "Heard you quit your job."
"Who told you that?" I frown, struggling to put on my bra without taking my shirt off.
"Dad heard from Tomoyo yesterday," my brother says.
"Really?" my brows arch up. She wasn't supposed to tell them that…Touya's my older brother, who's twenty-six. He's married to his high school sweetheart, Kaho Mizuki. They married last year, and still no baby… But I think they're still trying. Probably. Eww.
"Well, we got that invitation to Tomoyo's wedding…" he trails off, and there's rustling of paper on the other end. "So you're going to be living there all alone?" he mocks, "Can you handle it?"
I wince as I try to brush through my tangled hair. "I so can take care of myself, thanks!" I snap. I mean, of course I miss Tomoyo… already. She's my best friend! But... I can live here by myself if I wanted to. I kinda don't… Okay, I really don't.
Well, Tomoyo was the person who cooked, cleaned and organized the finances… But… surely I can do those things too, right? I've watched her all the time… kind of.
That's it. I'll just have to start doing these chores. They can't be that bad.
"Hello?" Touya calls, taking me by surprise.
"Oh. Sorry… I gotta go.. I've got… er- housework to do!" I hang up before I can hear him laugh.
I turn to the mirror to put on my makeup… Wow. Where's my eyeliner? Ooh. There it is… buried under my… Dior lip gloss? MAC cover up? I thought I used Armani cover up? Hmm. After tracing my eyes with black, I reach for my mascara.
Huh. There's like… six of them. Maybelline, L'Oreal, Dior, Shiseido… I pick a random one and begin to apply it.
"Dance, dance…. OW!" Ouch… OUCH. I just poked my eye with the mascara… Ew. Now there's black mush on my eye. I just ruined my entire eye makeup. Oww…
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Alright. Breakfast.
I stare inside the fridge; eggs, juice, lettuce, carrots, milk… Ew. Milk? I hate milk… May be that's why I'm stuck at 5"6… Anyways… Ooh. Jam. And bread on the counter. Simple is the best.
I take the jam and juice to the counter, and quickly unwrap the bread. Then I smell something nasty.
Oh my f-
It's blue.
Eww. It's contaminated…. It's a virus! EWW! I'm gonna be sick! Then Syaoran's gonna be sick, then Eriol, then Tomoyo when they make out, and then the baby, then I won't have a godchild… Wait. Why is Syaoran first? Ew. I don't wanna think about it.
Anyways. It's stale. I throw it into the garbage can. But it slides down onto the floor. Oh my God. It's disgusting. It's all full and stinky! Ewww!
Alright. Don't panic. Do not panic! I grab the rubber gloves in the sink, put them on and grab the garbage can and the contaminated bread. I rush to the balcony and step out onto it.
"1, 2, 3," I toss the contents out into the air. I quickly duck down behind the railings as the garbage shoots down. Soon I hear a splat and screaming and swearing and cars honking.
Oh well; better them than me.
I sneak back into the kitchen, remove my gloves and put a new plastic bag in the bin. See? I can manage housework. I glance back at the fridge. Ooh. Eggs. I take the carton out and open it. And – it's empty. Great.
I guess I'll stick to Starbucks for today.
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I step out of the cab, dressed in a pair of black pants, cute heels and a tight white vest buttoned over a beige tanktop. So fab.
I rush into Starbucks where a hot guy I see every week works and look around for him. But he's not there. Damn.
I step out with a cup of café mocha and two chocolate chip muffins. Yum… Now this is breakfast.
Oh yeah. I was supposed to meet with Syaoran 'cause he's giving introducing me to his company -I glance at the clock on the huge TV screen up ion a building – 30 minutes ago… Shit.
"Isn't it too early for chocolate and coffee?" comes a familiar voice from behind me. I nearly spill my coffee on him – again. But I don't. Syaoran's standing there, his bodyguard (Jim) behind him.
"No," I reply defiantly, "It keeps me awake." I'm glad he's not mentioning anything about my tardiness.
"I bet," he raises his eyebrows, "One for me?" he nods at my second muffin. I'm about to shove it down my own throat, but that'll just make me look like a pig. So I wordlessly hand it over to him and watch him eat it. "If this is your daily breakfast, you should work out more often," he says with a smirk. I want to scream. I cover my stomach with my purse and shift sideways.
"There's a gym in that hotel over there," he points to one across the street. "If you say that you're my employee, you work out for free."
I glare at him. "Just take me to your frickin' building," I snap, pushing past him towards his awaiting car.
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Wow.
My eye hurts. It's so bright and posh in the Li Enterprises… - unlike my old company. Everyone's wearing brand names, carrying laptops, and all girls have long, skinny, tanned legs… Man, I want legs like that…
The minute I stepped through the doors, a man came and collected our jackets, and another brought free coffee. Free coffee!
And for a few hours, I'm taken on a tour of the building. It's huge…. H-U-G-E huge.
It has 20 floors with 3 basement parkings… 5 of the floors are all offices for the employees and the 20th floor is Syaoran's personal floor – which also means it's my personal floor too, because I'm his personal secretary. Hehe. This is so… much.
There's a floor for the auditorium, then the cafeteria, and separate floors for workshops, studios and meeting rooms… There's also a library in here somewhere.
I need a map.
Everyone's so busy. Wow. Me. Working here… Ooh. The elevator comes to the 20th floor.
Woooowwwww.
An entire floor. For me! Well, I'm his secretary, so I've got a huge desk, bookshelves and a big comfy chair right outside his office, which is the size of my entire flat. This desk is all smooth and pretty…
Hmm. May be I can sneak a hot guy here, and he could pin me down on it and we could slowly make out and then…
"No one else other than the security are allowed on this floor," Syaoran says. Man. This guy's scary. He should be a psychic, not an entrepreneur. Or may be the reason he's so famous and 'talented' is because he can read minds…?
There's something to think about.
"You will work from 8 in the morning, until whenever I don't need you," he smirks, glancing at me.
I gape at him disbelievingly. "I'm telling on you!" I blurt out without thinking.
"To whom?" Syaoran laughs out loud. I immediately blush.
"To- to Eriol!" I stammer, turning away from him and pretending to examine my desk. "This is employee-abuse," I mutter.
There's silence. I hear him come closer to me from behind. And soon – oh my God, - he's right behind me. So close I can smell him. Mmm. No. Sakura! Snap out of it! This is also employee-abuse! He leans down so his mouth is right next to my ear, and his arms are on the desk – he's trapped me in between them. In front of me is the desk, behind me is Syaoran, and on both sides is his arms. Provocative.
"Eriol's got his own office, right next to mine," he whispers, "He usually stays at home to work, so it's not considered a proper one," I feel him smirk. "So we're here… all alone… until whenever I want you to stay." I feel heat rising to my cheeks. I can't move or speak.
There's complete silence now. Until it's broken by a vibrating sound. Syaoran pauses, steps back away from me and answers his cellphone, his smirk still evident on his face.
"Yep," he says casually, as if nothing happened. I breathe slowly, calming myself. "Miss Lauren?" he chuckles, "Alright. Tell her I'll see her tonight, then." He hangs up.
Miss Lauren? Hmm. Maybe it's Ralph Lauren's daughter, cousin, or niece or something? It's possible.
"You can go home now," he says to me, waving his hand as if to a child and taking out a cigarette from his desk. I roll my eyes and stomp towards the elevator.
"I've got a perverted boss," I mutter to myself.
"And a hot one," Syaoran calls out, lighting his smoke. I shake my head and close the door.
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"So? Any pains? Any water? Anything?" I ask excitedly into my cellphone.
Tomoyo laughs. "You and Eriol are the same! Seriously, last night, we were going to have sex, then he got all paranoid and asked me, "What if sex is bad for the baby?""
I pause. "But… isn't it?" I ask uncertainly.
"Of course not," she laughs. "So, where are you?"
"Erm- I'm actually… I'll call you later and tell you, 'kay?" before she can protest, I hang up on her.
I'm in that gym in the hotel, all ready to work out. Not that I'm taking Syaoran's advice or anything. It's a free gym for me, so why not try it out? It's empty except for some guy running on the treadmill with his earphones on. I also hop on a treadmill and stare at the buttons. I'm pretty fit, I think… If I press this… Oh. It starts moving. I begin to jog along. Then I press an arrow key, and it goes faster… and hey! It's not that hard! I press it once, twice, three times… Now I'm actually sprinting.
After a minute… or maybe five seconds… my legs get tired. I try to press the down key but press something else, and the next thing I know, I'm flat on the ground… I fell off a fucking treadmill… I glance at the guy, who's still on the treadmill. I hope he didn't hear or see me…
I quietly rub my butt as I make my way to the punching bag. I glare at it, as if it were the treadmill or Syaoran… And I punch it. Then it punches me back.
OH MY GOD. It's alive!
It swung around and hit me in the face. I see stars as I fall onto the ground, my nose and lips stinging. Then I hear a laugh. For a dreadful moment, I think it's Syaoran. But it's not… It's… Tom?
He gets off the treadmill and comes over to me. "You alright?" he asks, lifting me up with one hand.
Wow – muscles…
Well, he's a security guard – duh. I nod, at a loss of words. He looks so… different without that security outfit! He's really… hot? His dark hair… his boyish grin… WOW.
And the next thing I know…
We're sitting across each other in the bar in the hotel… It's really posh; I guess Syaoran owns this hotel too. I take a sip from my favourite Peach Bellini, glancing at Tom.
He's really good-looking…. Wow. I feel pretty dizzy. I guess the Bellini is already getting to me.
"I heard you work at Li Enterprises now," he says conversationally, gulping his beer.
I nod. "It's much better than Fashion Daily; it's really posh and cool," I say, grinning.
He smiles. "You're Li's personal secretary?" he asks in monotone. I nod again.
There's an awkward silence. Then Tom speaks up. "Did he… try anything to you?" He's blushing now, looking down at the table. I smirk a bit. Then it falters as I remember all the things Syaoran did and said to me, including that stupid pickup line he used today.
And I start to babble on about what a bastard he is, ordering at least a dozen more drinks…
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"-and he fucking was ready to rape me, like in the movies, then he got a call and told me to go!" I exclaim, feeling dizzy.
"No!" gasps a dramatic Tom, who's equally drunk.
Then he sets down his glass of – I don't know – and comes to sit beside me. He looks into my eyes with an unreadable expression. "Uh- Tom?" I mumble, closing my eyes from the drowsiness. I think he took this as a sign of some sort. He immediately brings his lips to mind, his hand firmly on my back and neck. I try to tell him to stop, but that just lets his tongue into my mouth. I can taste the bitter drinks he's drank, and my mind wanders from here to there.
As I try to clear my head, his lips trail down to my neck and collar bone, sucking the skin with passion. Wow.
Somebody likes me… Haha. But I don't like him- He's hot… he's nice… but… not that sexy. Like Syaoran.
Wow. I'm really drunk.
I snap out of my thoughts and cry out as Tom kisses down further… Ew. I don't want this… Things are a bit clearer now. I quickly push him away, but not hard enough to break the embrace. He stares at me. "Sorry, Tom," I say drowsily, "But I can't do this." I stumble to my feet and walk out of the bar.
Oh my God. Everything's spinning…. I almost trip over my feet. The hallway seems soooo long… or is it the lobby? I can't tell. Hmm. I hear Tom calling. And I fall forward.
I feel a strong arm around my waist; I also smell a familiar scent… I open my eyes to meet startling amber ones… I blink and see that it's Syaoran.
He looks at me with a blank look. He looks at my drunk form, my messy hair… and… the hickeys. Then he glances over at Tom, who's holding up my purse.
As Tom hands over my purse to him, gives a 'peace' sign, waves and leaves, I realize that there's a blond girl next to Syaoran, looking at me with curious eyes.
"Whozzat?" I mumble, feeling sleepy. Syaoran sighs and bends down to pick me up off my feet – bridal style. Whoopee….
"Emily, I'm sorry for this-" he begins, but the girl smiles and puts her finger on his lips. "It's alright. We could go over to your place after you drop her off," she whispers, stroking his hair.
I frown. What the hell? She's a whore?
"Emily, this is my secretary, Sakura Kinomoto," he says, "Sakura, this is my girlfriend, Emily Lauren."
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-Chapter 5 – End- Shopaholic, KO'd? – END
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Sakura meets Syaoran's girlfriend! Just when she was being attracted to him!
Just a sidenote… you know in the first chappie, how Sakura was giving girls the Manhattan Lookover and saw a 'Blond Skinny Legs Bitch" (or something like that…)? That's Emily… lol…
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