We went inside and he made me put on some clothes. He would wait outside and talk with the store staff as I changed and I would go out from the dressing room to wait for his approval.

But I have tried 20 outfits, and he only chose two clothes complaining that some were not my style, not suits me, or were too revealing.

But I could not miss out on the slight hint of a smirk he has on his face. It’s obvious that between us,he’s the one enjoying this the most.

“Can we go now?”

He smirked, “Are you tired already?”

I nodded but he shook his head,...