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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Yes. This story is sadly coming to an end… soon. But there will be a sequel! You have to read the sequel! I mean, it's only natural you read it! (runs into a wall)
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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!
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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 12 – Shopaholic Refuses to Shop!
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It's Monday.
I was supposed to go to church yesterday, but… that's kind of hard to do when you were at a bar all night long. I mean, I didn't want to drink… but that's kind of hard to not do when people are staring at you, then at a picture of you on a gossip magazine. I went grocery shopping – finally – to buy some food for myself, and what do I hear? "Look! It's that girl!" and "Oh my God, it's that secretary…" in some preppy voice or another… All these Skinny Bitches… gawking at me or glaring a hole wight through me like I stole their boyfriend or something! As if Syaoran would want to go out with them. Wait. How do I know that? I mean, he only wanted to… never mind.
I swear I saw Paris Hilton on the street, glaring at me through her huge shades and with her whore-dog-of-an-accessory in her hand. May be she wanted to fuck.. or be fucked by Syaoran? Would he sink that low? Or is it high… I'm not sure…
I once gathered up my courage and called him… but he didn't answer. I guess he doesn't even want to talk to me anymore… I'm not rich, famous or skinny. I'm just a plain old secretary. Man, I need to stop being so depressed. I might die or something… There's all those ads about depression these days… If I die, it's Syaoran's fault. I'll make a death note: "It's Syaoran Li's fault I died of depression." Ha. Yeah.
Except I'll be dead and won't be able to see him get tried and put into prison. Damn. May be I could negotiate with the Man… hmm…
Now I wish that we actually had sex on my desk… I mean, we were so close to doing it! No need to get turned on if you're going to be turned off the next minute. I'm not a freaking light switch!
I glance at the clock. I've got to be work in thirty minutes… That is, if I still have that job… Probably not, since I'm basically a part of this entire crap load… But he's the one who was on top! And he's the one who was all like, "I want to get down with you." Honestly! I smack myself on the head and stare at myself in the mirror; I'm paler than ever – I puked my guts out from the drinking… I also need a tan. My hair's messier than Syaoran's, which is saying something, and my eyes are bloodshot.
I have to forget about Syaoran. He's a loser. A jerk. A stupid, horny bastard! He doesn't like me, and I don't like him. End of story.
It was just a moment of sexual tension… like when you're watching a steamy scene in a movie with some guy… and you get… ideas. That's it. No more.
I need therapy. I need to shop… except… if I don't have a job… I have no money… and the dread of those bills again… I bury my face in my hands and give a muffled scream.
Then my doorbell rings, making me jump. I hurry to open it, half-expecting my boss to be there. But even better; it's Tomoyo and Eriol…! Tomoyo's looking so fab… she's glowing and healthy, and her bump's bigger than ever! Eriol looks pretty happy, too… as always. For a brief moment, I forget all my troubles, squealing and hugging Tomoyo.
"I missed you sooooo much!" I whine, ready to burst to burst into tears. Tomoyo nods, gasping for air and drawing back to let her bump breathe (apparently).
"Me too… But there's no time for that!" she snaps, her expression suddenly changing. "What the hell happened? What did that Syaoran Li – OH MY GOD YOU DID NOT GET-"
"-I did not get laid!" I protest, blushing as Eriol keeps a poker face. "I don't think it'll ever happen, anyway," I mutter, dragging her down to sit on a couch.
Tomoyo pulls her puppy face. "You're too good for him anyway," she reassures me. "Do you have any ice cream?"
I blink and nod. "A full tub…"
Eriol automatically heads into the kitchen and Tomoyo pulls me closer to her. "Sakura, what exactly were you thinking?"
"What?"
"You didn't call me!" she whines.
"Well… I…" I stutter, "I didn't… want to bother you…"
"Syaoran beat you to that. He called Eriol up to "sort things out." Makes them sound like a gay couple, doesn't it?" she sniggers.
"Um- Eriol's your husband," I remind her to make sure.
"No shit," she rolls her eyes, and I shut up before her maternity mood swing comes back. "Anyways, awwww…" she hugs me tightly. "Sakura, you have to talk to me! What happened? I don't get it!"
"Well… I was in my office… he came out of a boring meeting, came up behind me, whispered some dirty things…" I blush.
"Like?" Tomoyo urges me on, her face lighting up.
I roll my eyes. "Like… something like… "I want to fuck you senseless,"" I mumble quickly, "and then we were getting down on my desk, and we were half-naked when a picture was taken of us," I sigh.
Tomoyo winces. "That's not good…" She takes the ice cream and spoon Eriol hands her. "Did you talk to him at all after?"
"No," I mutter, "He wouldn't answer the phone."
Eriol finally speaks up. "Well, don't go to work today; it won't be good for you or Syaoran," he ruffles his hair in a way that reminds me of Syaoran. "And you could talk to him later today somewhere… I'll talk to him about it," he smiles.
"Thanks," I rub my face slowly and Tomoyo bites her lip, taking my hand.
"Let's go shopping, Sakura!"
I pause. Shopping… Do I really need to?
I mean, I'm only going to end up crazy from hearing Syoaran's voice whispering, "Do you really need all that?" Might as well stay sane while I can. "Not really," I shrug.
When there's no response, I look up, only to see Tomoyo and Eriol goggling at me. Tomoyo's mouth is open, and the ice cream's about to melt in it. Ew. She swallows and says slowly, "She doesn't want to go shopping…" Eriol nods. "And chickens will fly," he immediately looks up.
"Oh, shut up!" I say irritably, taking the ice cream from Tomoyo's hand. "Let's watch movies or something and chill…" I take a huge spoonful, realizing too late that it'll give me a brain freeze and five thousand calories…
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"Well, it's clear you two are in a gory, torturing, chopping mood," Eriol stares blankly at the movies we picked out – Hostel, Saw, House of Wax…
"Thanks for stating the obvious, dear," Tomoyo pats his leg with a dry smile.
"No problem, darling," he pats her head with almost a same smile.
"I don't think I have the stomach or mind for his today – I have to deal with the press for… yeah…" he breaks off, noting his wife's look. "And I don't want to be in a murderous mood for that. I might become a homicide killer," he grins stupidly.
"Can I talk to you for a moment, dear?" Tomoyo gets up – with difficulty – and leads him to the bathroom.
Hope it's not an urge for a quickie. A bit queasy, I kick the movies away from me. May be I'll watch the World Cup. I think it's Korea versus France today… Hmm… Koreans might win. Or tie. France didn't do so well with Switzerland… Ah… Why the hell am I thinking about soccer? Actually, this is better than thinking about… Oh, here they come.
Tomoyo kisses Eriol as he puts on his shoes at the foyer. "You're going?" I get up, puzzled. "Yup, got some chores to do," he makes a bow at us, "Later, ladies," and he goes out the door.
Tomoyo sighs and moves the movies with her feet, her hands on her bump. "Sakura, I've changed my mind," she says, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. "Gore isn't good for the baby… Let's go out," she grabs me and pulls me into my room. She seats me on the bed and shuffles through my makeup expertly, picking out an eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, blush and powder. "After you get a makeover," she grins, and I can't help but giggle also.
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So we went to have lunch at a café downtown, and then watched Over the Hedge (for the baby). We even went to a book store to flip through the baby books and the naming books. So far, top names on the list for Tomoyo's girl are Katie, Maria and Selina, and for boys are Daniel (aka Danny), Brendon (Oh God) and Matthew (Matt).
I hope it's a girl… I'd love a goddaughter to dress up!
But Tomoyo spoils it for me, saying that it'll be a boy. "I just have this feeling and urge to buy… boy things."
"May be you're going to become a cross-dresser," I snort. She smacks my back, "Shut up!"
I glance sideways at the Starbucks, remembering how I spilled their cappuccino on Syaoran that day I met him… I nearly smile at the memory. Then there's that incident where I was forced to buy jasmine tea and cake for him… And he gave it to his frickin' bodyguard. And then he brought me out of that hellhole of a job and gave me a much better one… I sigh out loud, and Tomoyo turns to look at me, her expression unreadable.
"You really like this guy, don't you?"
I blush at the sudden question. "Er-"
"Don't -er me! I can read your mind! I have a sixth sense!" She points to her head.
"He's my boss… I think… and your husband's best friend, and he's really hot and rich and famous and dates models who can do all sorts of things and-"
"Sakura, listen to yourself!" she cries out exasperatedly. "You love the guy!"
"I do?" I ask, taken aback.
"Yes, and… Oh my God, look. It's that guy who tried to have sex with you." She gapes at someone in the crowd on the busy street.
Alarmed, I look up. "Where?"
"Just come here!" she drags me into a random building. I let her lead me into… a hotel… It's really posh and quiet… and it's all glittery… She hurries into some restaurant… What the…
Then I slowly realize how she dressed me today; a beige Chanel one-piece dress that comes halfway to me knees… very posh and sexy. I do the math in my head, and begin to protest. "Oh no you did not-"
"-If you don't stay, I'll rip that Louis Vuitton skirt you bought for two grand."
I nearly scream, but am forced to shut up as she pushes me into a chair. I'm about to turn around and have a go at her when I suddenly realize something. I slowly turn back around, and across the white-draped table is Syaoran.
Tomoyo gives me a final look of threat before retreating, and I catch a glimpse of Eriol out the door.
I gape at Syaoran unbelievingly at Syaoran, who's gazing at me with those piercing eyes… Awkward…
I fiddle with my hands, not sure if I should leave or not. But my Louis Vuitton skirt…
A waiter comes up and fills out glasses with wine, which Syaoran slowly raises. I reluctantly follow, bringing my glass briefly before downing it. Might as well eat the whole cuisine, get fat and bankrupt Syaoran.
Ha.
I glance at Syaoran, as if by accident; his amber eyes are focused on the wine, his messy hair looking unrulier than ever, his tie loose and his face looking like he hasn't slept for a long time. He unexpectedly meets my eyes and I nearly choke on my wine.
May be I should go. But then he opens his mouth, finally speaking, "Shall we order?"
Hey, that's a start.
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And for what seems like hours, we eat.
Appetizers, main course, dessert… and wine.
All we said to each other or mumbles about the food, and we've finished two bottles of wine already. I pick lazily at the chocolate mousse cake in front of me, feeling an urge to blurt out something. May be "You jerk!" or "I'm sorry!" Or may be it's just a belch.
Syaoran suddenly sets down his fork and leans in towards me, his hair hiding his eyes from view. I gulp and wait.
"Eriol told me…" he mumbles, as if unsure how to approach. God, Eriol this, Eriol that… he sounds like he's Eriol's son or something… …Oh God.
I jump as he continues to speak. "That you hear a part of our conversation in my office."
I involuntarily flinch. He continues on, "And… I wanted to tell you… I need to tell you," he pauses, "That it was nothing you thought I said. I only meant…" I swear he's blushing and stuttering. "I only meant that it was unfair for someone as good of a person as you to be portrayed… as… a…." he bites his lip.
So, Syaoran Li can be nervous. "As a whore," I complete the sentence for him, my voice hoarse from the lack of speaking.
"I guess," he sighs. "I wanted to sue them, punch them, anything-"
"But you didn't," I sip my wine skeptically.
He looks irritated now. "They also portrayed me as a rich, sex-crazed guy."
I gag on my drink, nearly spitting it out in his face. He patiently waits with a straight face as I calm down. I nearly laugh out loud. "So… well, are you?"
There's a pause. "My point is," he says quickly, "I wasn't trying to imply that I thought you weren't important to me," he clears his throat, clearly blushing.
Aww, that's kind of cute… No, Sakura, SHUT UP!
But… look at him! I mean… he's not lying… and that sort of makes me…
"Sakura," he starts again, "The reason I dumped Emily…" Oh damn. His face is closer to mine now….
"The reason I hired you…" Now I can smell his cologne. I feel the heat rising up to my face.
"Don't you get it?" his hand is slowly caressing my cheek… I feel a sensational whoop in my stomach…. "I was fascinated by you the moment I met you…" he pauses, his lips curling into a smirk, "Well, not immediately, but soon after."
I can't help but giggle at this one. I feel tears stinging my eyes, but somehow I manage to hold them back. And somehow, I just let him kiss me… his lips are already parting mine, and I feel a white-hot dart of excitement… the same one from when we nearly did it in our office.
Now, nothing matters but the fact that I want him, and that he probably wants me. We both get up; Syaoran fumbles some bills on the table and leads me out of the restaurant. We nearly collapse onto the desk of the hotel clerk, who looks amused by our… fling.
Within minutes, we're at it again in the elevator, down the hall, and into the room… As soon as the door's closed behind us, Syaoran strips me as quickly as I undress him. He conceals my lips again, and I nearly swoon. I've missed him kissing me. Weird, since we only kissed that night, but I did. Tongues tangled and hands roaming each other's bodies, we tumble backwards onto the soft bed… I love the feeling of his body pressing against mine... He's just... perfect.
He pins me down, his slick skin against mine. "Just remember," he whispers, "This doesn't give you a day off for tomorrow," he smirks, kissing my neck.
"Ha-ha," I manage to say out loud before pulling him into another kiss.
And the rest of that night… I think you could guess what we did, but let's just say… I now love sex.
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-Chapter 12 – Shopaholic Refuses to Shop! – End
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