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…)
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Sorry for the late update.. I meant to update weeks ago… but was a bit busy…
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A.N: If you have any questions about the plot or the characters… or any ideas for a sequel, review and I'll reply to you! As I do for all my reviewers 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 :)
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In the Shoes of a Shopaholic
-Chapter 11 – Shopaholic and Gossip
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It's Saturday.
I'm in my flat, alone, looking around the empty spaces where Tomoyo's stuff used to be. I lie down on the couch, sighing and touching my lips with my fingers. I remember Syaoran kissing these lips… only last night… My finger trails down my neck and stops and my collarbone. I blush as I remember his kisses… and his… in my…
God, it should be illegal for men to have such sexy bodies! I mean, it's hot… but too hot!
I glance over at the carrier bags full of clothes he bought me yesterday… A smile curls on my lips at the thought of him. Suddenly, my stomach growls, and I realize that I haven't even had breakfast yet. No use cooking anything up… I get up and head into my room, feeling all floaty and giggly.
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What the hell.
Here I am, innocently walking past a magazine stand… and Syaoran's picture is on the front page of some gossip magazine… the headline: "SYAORAN LI'S NEW ROMANCE?"
I gape at the blurry picture with some brunette and him… I can't see her face from where I am.
Well then…
At least it's not a blond, I think. Now it's a Brunette Bitch Longlegs…
I feel uneasy as I force myself to look away before I set the entire magazine stand into fire.
What a fucking play boy.
I mean, what the hell's wrong with him? Why the hell did he try to do me on my desk? I mean… that's pretty hot….
Why? If he was going to go for this Brunette in the end, why did he…
Angry tears blur my view of the big sign reading "BARGAIN SALE." I think about shopping. I mean, it's got to cheer me up.
Yeah. I'll shop and forget. Shop till I forget. Let Syaoran Li fuck a Brunette. I'll fuck the shops…
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So, I've walked into the Gucci store and picked up nearly the entire store. Shoes, accessories, skirts, shades, bags, shirts, jeans… As I bring them to the counter –with some difficulty – the salesgirl smiles at me. "Is that all for today?"
I reach into my purse for my wallet. Then, like an annoying fly buzzing in my ear, a voice rings in my head. "Do you really need all this?" I try to shake it away, but it doesn't disappear.
I feel totally stupid.
I look at my feet as I mumble, "Never mind," and hurry out of the store, mortified. Why the hell should I listen to the man-whore? I'm an independent woman! I bite my lip to prevent a sob from escaping. I must not cry. I mean, come on.
Do the math here! He's my boss, I'm his personal secretary. He's a man, I'm a woman. He's single, I'm single. We're in the same room in the middle of the night. That just arouses sexual tension.
I guess… that was it.
I pass by the magazine stand again, but this time something catches my eye.
What… wait… does that say…
No. HELL NO.
My eyes widen as I see familiar traits in the picture of the Brunette Bitch Longlegs. The picture on the cover has her and Syaoran walking out of his house together. When I open the magazine and flip to a random page, there's a picture of her and him… romping about on a desk.
A desk.
I squint at her face… and realize… her hair... is not brown, but auburn… And her eyes… are a shade of green emerald…
Shit.
It's me. About to have sex with Syaoran Li. That noise from yesterday… The reason Syaoran left… it because of this. I laugh out loud.
Me, a mere secretary, on a magazine cover as Syaoran Li's whore?
I instantly pay for the magazine and start running towards the street. It's a few minutes before I get into a yellow cab and am on the bust NYC street.
This is so not cool.
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I finally run up the steps to the front glass doors of Li Enterprises, where the usual guards are standing. I pant and show one of them the cover of the magazine, and he immediately opens the door for me. I dash to the elevator as quickly as I can, pressing the twentieth floor button.
After what seems like ages (they need to fix these damn lifts!) I storm out of it and am about to open the doors to Syaoran's office when I hear his voice booming angrily.
"Who the hell took this picture?" he sounds so angry I flinch. "I don't know, dude," comes Eriol's voice from the speakerphone, "I'm all the way here in Milan, on my honeymoon," he points out cleverly.
Syaoran sighs. "I know, I know, I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you, but who else can I talk to?"
Eriol pauses before answering, "Sakura."
I almost reply, "Yeah?" Bloody secretary instincts.
Syaoran's silent for a few moments. "I will, as soon as I clean this mess up," he kicks… or punches his desk. "Can't I sue them for doing this? ...Right before that fucking contract meeting with that PR group."
"You can sue them, but it won't do much good… unless you want to take Sakura out shopping and make it up to her first… then deal with the media."
I raise my eyebrows.
Syaoran chuckles tiredly. "I already have, and it was an interesting experience."
Interesting? I don't believe this guy. What happened to the "I just got out of a meeting full of old, graying men and I want to fuck you senseless," speech?
Okay, I may have altered a few words in my head, but that's basically what he implied!
"Did you really do her?" Eriol asks cautiously.
Damn Mr-I'm-married-to-Tomoyo. I'm burning up now, leaning against the cool wooden door.
I hear Syaoran lighting his cigarette – again. "Nearly," he sighs. "But why did it have to be her? A girl like her?"
I flinch, shocked at his words. My lips start trembling as my feet begin to move away from the door on their own. Tears cloud my eyes as I drop the magazine on the floor and dash into the elevator.
He doesn't want to be seen with me. Because I'm just his plain old secretary. I knew he wouldn't really be interested in me… Why would he be? I mean... look at me. I'm nothing like the Emily Lauren. I'm not even close to being blond.
I sob out loud to myself, watching myself cry through the mirrors…
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SYAORAN LI'S NEW ROMANCE?
The famous and successful entrepreneur, Syaoran Li (24), had recently broken up with his model girlfriend, Emily Lauren, relative of the designer Ralph Lauren. And has he already found a new love?
Li was seen shopping with a new-faced, auburn-haired girl, known to be his personal secretary, Sakura Kinomoto. He carried the 22 year-old's fifteen shopping bags, even lunching with her at a small sandwich shop.
The gossip doesn't end here –Kinomoto had also accompanied Mr. Li in his car that morning as he drove to work, his famous Li Enterprise buildings. Workers suspect that she had spent the night with his at his house after their mutual friend's wedding party.
Not only that, an anonymous employee reports having seen the two, alone in an elevator – too close for a secretary and her boss.
Now, for the juiciest detail of the story! That very night, Li and Kinomoto were seen in their private offices at the building's top floor – alone and adhered.
The picture taken by one of our cameras show Mr. Li and Ms. Kinomoto about to do some naughty things on her desk! Mr. Li's rep had no comment on this matter.
Could this be a new love for the #1 bachelor of NYC, Syaoran Li? Or is this just a one-night fling with his secretary?
Text in your opinion :
New love – A to 12345
One-nighter – B to 12345
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-Chapter 11 – Shopaholic and Gossip – END
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Review review review reviewww pleaseee! XD
This chappie was short because.. I don't think it's a good idea to go on about how depressed she is...
That'll be more in the next chapter... but not too much, since this is meant to be a humorous fic.
I'll try to update by next week!
lol... and that article... just to let you know what Sakura read..