“Mmm.” Jane nods. “Let’s keep this out of the press, though.”
“Of course.”
We wait a while for Max to fix up the ring, and when he does, he hands it to me. I take Jane’s hand and slip it onto her finger. It fits perfectly.
“It’s perfect,” I tell Max.
“Excellent! Wonderful!” Max comments with a huge smile, showing off that gold tooth once again.
We need to show this to social media, so I hand Max my phone. “Can you take a few pictures of us?”
“Of course,” Max answers without hesitation.
I get on one knee as I hold Jane’s hand, acting as if I’m proposing despite already being engaged. Though it’s amusing to see how social media reacts regardless. They’ll eat anything up. Max takes the picture, and the next one he takes shows the ring in all its glory. The picture doesn’t serve the ring justice since the real thing is so beautiful, but again the internet is going to love it.
After that, Max takes pictures of Jane wearing the necklace and earrings. Jane looks stunning in them, more so if she wears a dress to match with it all. As promised, though, we don’t take a picture of Nia’s bracelet. Finally, I take a picture of Max and his shop to promote it, and once I upload the pictures on social media, comments go ablaze.
‘Oh my gosh, look at that ring!’ one comment exclaims.
‘They’re all so pretty! The ring! The necklace! The earrings! I’m so jealous!” another comment says.
‘I want a rich husband so bad!’ yet another comment says.
‘My heart is about to explode!’ another claims.
‘Riker must love Jane so much to get her all that! She’s the luckiest girl in the entire world!’ That comment brings Jane to smile.
“Do you think that’s true?” Jane asks.
“Of course,” I say, and I kiss her on the lips. Max manages to take a picture of that moment, and of course, we share that online too.
“Let's go,” I say to her as she takes my arm with a smile. “We have more shopping to do.”
25 Jane
Riker takes me to one of the largest and most extravagant malls in New York. I’m swept away by all the shops, and immediately I go in one to try on some clothes. Riker follows me close by, but he loses track of me when I sweep through all the racks and grab whatever I think will look good on me. When I finish, I head to the dressing room and start changing.
As I change, I hear a knock at the door, followed shortly by Riker’s voice, “You in here, babe?”
“Yes,” I reply back.
“Do you want me to come in?”
“Mmm, I want to surprise you with what I got,” I say.
“Alright.”
I first put on a sleeveless, cocktail dress that droops to my knees. I show Riker the dress and a smile is drawn on my face. He examines me from head to toe, looking like he wants to fuck me right here in public. He restrains himself though, and just says, “You’re stunning.”
“Thanks,” I say and try on something else. Next, I slip on an evening gown with a plunging neckline. There’s also a slit at the side that shows a good portion of my thigh, and the dress is finished off with a train that trails off a bit. It’s practically a dress for the red carpet, and I look amazing in it. Once I step out to show Riker, he tells me in a serious tone, “You’re getting that.” In other words, he wants to fuck me in that dress, so I’m definitely getting it.
“That was easy,” I chuckle and return to the room to change. Though, I take a few minutes to admire the dress some more before switching. The third outfit I try is a blouse with a matching skirt. The blouse has cute ruffles on the sleeve while the skirt has a striped pattern. More importantly, it has pockets. I show it to Riker and he nods with approval.
“That suits you well.”
“Thanks.” My cheeks always heat up from his comments, and I move onto the next outfit. The fourth is a denim shirt with the sleeves rolled back to the elbows. It’s simpler than the other outfits, but I find it cute, and I show it to Riker who instantly likes it.
“Not bad, you should also get it,” he comments.
That I will. I try on another shirt, and this one is black and white with dots scattered all around. Buttons line the collar, and the long sleeves end with frills. This will look good for a party.
“Very nice,” Riker comments once I show him.
“Mmhmm,” I nod and I try on yet another outfit. This one is another dress, it’s a bright orange, but it has something that I really like about it.
“Guess what I like about this dress?” I ask Riker.
“What?” Riker asks curiously.
I stick my hands into the dress. “It has pockets.”
“That’s great.” Riker grins at my enthusiasm and I move onto another outfit. This one is just a pair of jeans, but it comes with a belt that’s lined with gems. Riker still wants to see me in it, and he nods again with approval.
“It really defines your ass,” Riker notes.
I chuckle, guess I need to get it then.
After that, I pick out a few cardigans and a denim jacket, and with that, I show them to Riker who once again agrees.
“Those are all good,” he comments.
“I might as well just buy everything,” I note.
“Go ahead, I won’t stop you,” Riker states with a grin.
I smile back and slip back in the room to change. I definitely did consider buying all these clothes, they looked so good on me. I never felt so good when trying on such extravagant attires. So, I tried on a couple more and showed them to Riker. Each time, Riker tells me to get it. There isn’t an attire that he disapproves of, so in the end, Riker buys them
