Golden Star Dreams
Chapter 8: Double Dating Pt 1
"Ah! Don't touch it anymore!"
"But Mr. Kenji…"
"I said, 'Don't… fucking… touch… it.'"
"Fine! Prolong your pain; you know I bet he would let me help him heal his eye after getting slugged…"
"…"
Mr. Kenji silently left the living room and I could hear the slamming of his bedroom door followed by the faint sound of a lock clicking. The whiny butthole locked me out of his room; which is ironic considering that he's always trying to get me in it. Not that I really cared anyway… (I mean about him locking me out!)
Not the thing with the him and the me and the bed… heh.
Well I suppose I should explain what had happened hours ago right?
It all started with a simple dinner and dancing date…
Earlier Tonight
After I had accepted Mr. Kenji's offer to date him, the very next night he surprised me with dinner reservations and what was even more surprising was the fact that he had called my boss at Neon Heights to tell him to give me the night off.
Ok, that was nice… Good start.
In his room, I searched through my clothes in the bag that was dropped off a few days ago; my mind went completely blank as to what I was going to wear. This was actually my first date since… since… tenth grade and the guy I went with met me at my house and ate dinner my mom made for the family. Pathetic, right? Anyways, I sighed and continued on my search for the perfect dress.
Church dress…
Funeral dress…
Business skirt…
Jeez I really don't have much of a girly wardrobe. But I guess this wasn't totally my fault; my job requires me to wear khakis and T-shirts and after my job, I barely go anywhere so why have a cocktail dress hanging in the closet just to pick up dust? Just as I was going to settle on a nice pair of skinnies, flats and a red blouse, Mr. Kenji opened the door (scaring the living hell out of me) and raised a silver brow at me; I assumed he saw my intended attire.
He calmly walked over and picked up my outfit before taking scissors from his dresser and started to cut my clothes! With angered, black eyes, I charged at him with my fists pummeling his chest while I watched him slice up my nicest jeans.
"Hey those cost me 32 dollars! And that cost me 15!"
"Oh? Then you should be happy that I'm ridding you of this garbage you call clothing. Obviously you need better choices in what you wear and I'll be the one taking you shopping before we go to dinner tonight. I thought I told you this when you first moved in."
Slamming my knuckles against my hips I glared harshly at him and bit my lip trying to debate whether the thoughts roaming around in my mind would be too disrespectful to say to my boss. But then again… I'm not working… he's just an Average Joe on the streets taking me out on a date! On an impulse, I found my right thrust in his face and my middle finger forced so far up from its clenched position that I could swear he could feel the intensity of my anger.
"Sesshoumaru Kenji! You uptight, condescending, arrogant, perverted… Fuck you!"
"…"
Suddenly, my words trailed off as I gazed into the blank stare of my amber eyed boss. His face remained stoic and barren of any signs of anger; or any emotion for that matter. It was like my actions hadn't even fazed him! His face came closer to mine and I immediately stepped back giving him a suspicious, sideways glance. He grabbed my hand and forced my finger back into a more… respectable… position before letting it go. I saw him shudder slightly before going through his dressers and walk-in closet once more. He came out with a few clothes draped over his arm before walking to his connected bathroom.
"Don't make such an offer so early before our date… Soshi." He said coolly. I saw a slight smirk as he shut the door.
My mouth hung open. He really was unfazed by my furious outbursts! Did the fact that I said his name amuse him? I had to shake my head to rid my mind of the many questions roaming around in my brain.
With my clothes in tatters, I huffed angrily before searching my bag again and I quickly pulled out my least favorite outfit, ran to the nearest open bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind me.
Y'know… for safety measures. We don't need anyone 'accidentally' walking in on me right?
…
Half an hour later, I came out the shower and dressed myself, then walked to the door only to find Mr. Kenji outside waiting for me and I nearly fell to my knees upon the sight before me. The outfit was simple; which were black, casual dress pants and a blood-red dress shirt clinging just tight enough to see his wonderfully developed muscles. His hair was pulled out of his face into a long, flowing ponytail making his wonderful golden eyes stand out even more. Though any other man wearing this attire wouldn't necessarily appeal to me, the way Mr. Kenji wore it made him appear as if he was a gift sent from heaven…
… And I would get to open it!
That is… if I wanted to open it… him… Mr. Kenji…
Because I don't!
Again, I was given a look of somewhat disapproval. He obviously didn't like my outfit.
"I hate what you're wearing."
"Well you completely mutilated my first choice!"
"You need a dress… Honestly Soshi have you ever went out on a date?"
I went silent; answering his question. I heard him sigh lightly before extending his elbow for me to take and though I hesitated, I grabbed hold of it anyway. As he opened the door to leave the penthouse, Kendra was outside on the phone yelling about the camera crew missing out on a real great moment. I cocked my brow above the other with confusion then looked to Mr. Kenji. He passed the shouting woman the keys to his home and gave her a paper with a list of things to do on it.
"Kendra since Ms. Kaede is away for the time being, this is what Rin needs to do when she gets home from her dance lessons tonight. Make sure she eats, does her homework, and goes to sleep on time. The last one is important because it's a real pain in the ass to get her up in the morning if she doesn't sleep at that specific time."
Kendra merely nodded; surprisingly there was no snippy comment about having to babysit the rambunctious child, but I could sense her extreme displeasure in doing the task. She only called out, 'Have fun you two!' before shutting the door. Mr. Kenji looked at me with small smile and pulled me along to the limo once again.
"Shall we?" He asked me smoothly.
…
In the limo, I sat as far away from him as possible keeping my hands shoved in my lap and my body close to the door while Mr. Kenji stared at me from across the vehicle. Resting his ankle on his knee and spreading his arms over the headrests of the seats, he remained silent. Painfully silent. Unable to take this tense quietness, I narrowed my eyes at him which caused the actor to slightly grin with amusement. I guess he could read my emotions because the next sentence would shock me.
"Don't worry, I won't touch you, if that's what you're worried about."
Stammering for a response, but couldn't find the words, I relaxed some. Grateful that he was following my request to keep his hands to himself, I decided to spend a little time in my thoughts wondering what exactly he had planned for us tonight besides dinner. Sure, I was hoping for just a dinner, but the needy woman inside of me wanted a little more. I mean, there's a sexy man sitting across from me; he's rich, famous and is constantly throwing himself at me. What more could a girl want?
A smile crossed my lips as I continued my musing, but I was snapped back to reality when I heard the soft chuckles of my boss ring through the air.
"You must be curious." He said to me.
"Huh?" My eyes remained in their position.
"Are you curious?"
It suddenly dawned on me that my gaze was fixated between his legs… Right at his crotch! With a red blush that could be seen from miles away, I screech and flicked my eyes right to him and began panicking.
"Oh my GAWD! I'm SOOOO sorry! I didn't mean to look, I swear! It's just that I've been zoning and my eyes just… kinda went down there… You must think I'm a total perv!"
"Not at all." His smile spread a little further, "Let that little mind of yours explore the possibilities…"
Instantly I became disgusted with him and I turned away in a huff. He chuckled once more and through the window I saw that we made it to our destination; a fashion boutique. The chauffeur opened the passenger door to let us out and remained parked on the side of the road as Mr. Kenji led me inside. The store had endless racks of beautiful clothes ranging from designer jeans to top dollar evening gowns. Everything was expertly tailored and there was even a section where you could have clothes custom made to fit your body in any color and style; for an extra fee of course. I was in a shopaholic's paradise! I immediately took to the area with the cool pairs of jeans hanging neatly and organized on the hangars; usually a rarity in most stores. A hand made its way to my hip and I looked up to see Mr. Kenji who quickly pulled me to dresses.
"No… pants…" He said flatly.
Normally in these situations, I would pout over the fact that I couldn't shop for myself, but since I'm not paying…
"Fine…" I responded.
The choices I had were unlimited, though unfortunately I wouldn't be making any decisions. I guess Mr. Kenji didn't trust my sense of style. I sat in the chair while he spoke with a store employee over which dress cut would suit me perfectly. I overheard the silver haired actor ask for something that 'flowed' enough for extreme movement and I tilted my head in confusion. What were we going to do that required this said 'extreme movement'? On second thought… I don't want to know. After ten painstaking minutes, a dress was thrown in my face and I was suddenly shoved inside a dressing room by overly excited store workers who were all cooing and giggling about seeing me in the dress they had given me.
"Oh do please hurry!" One shouted.
"Yes, please! Mr. Kenji is one of our best customers here but this is the first time he's brought a woman with him!" The other chimed in.
As I changed into the dress, I glanced to the door as if I could see the giddy ladies speaking to me. With a smile I silently laughed with a 'heh' and finished putting on my garment.
"I must be a special girl then huh?" I asked from inside the room.
When I turned around to look at myself in the mirror, my black eyes went wide with surprise over how well I fit and wore my dress. Styled like a party dress, the base color was black with an intricate silver design that swirled into tiny roses at the bottom of the skirt following up my right side and covering the right breast. The skirt was asymmetrical with one side higher than the other. The said, 'higher side', was slit from just below left hip exposing my entire left leg. Suddenly, I heard even more shouts of joy, but I hadn't come out of the dressing room yet.
Poking my head from outside the door, I saw a swarm of overly excited boutique workers crowding around a single girl who was trying to calm everyone down.
"Please everyone! I'm just here for a simple gown! It's for my photo shoot! Please everyone!"
As I emerged from the dresser, I immediately went to help out the girl but a strong hand wrapped around my forearm and I was quickly pulled back out into the main room. Assuming it was Mr. Kenji, I turned around ready to tell him off but I was at a loss for words because I finally realized that the face I was staring at did not belong to Mr. Kenji…
But… he looked like Mr. Kenji…
Just younger…
And slightly less hot…
"Hello there cutie…" He said to me in a low voice.
"Um… Hi?"
~~~(^^)^ Kirby says see ya next time!~~~
Hey you guys! Sorry for the weak cliff hanger but while i was writing this out, I realzied that this part of the story would be told better in parts. (Like Chapter 3&4)
I hope you guys liked this chapter! I also want to apologize for the slowness this chapter had and the next one should be funnier.
Thanks for reading guys! :3