Page 39 of Psycho Saviors
"Maybe we should go somewhere else? These are all dresses… fancy dresses," I said as I perused one rack.
"Cristian wants you looking nice, in a dress," Tyrone stated, those dark eyes roving over me and my oversized clothing he'd given me. "Let the ladies do their job."
I swallowed, stepping away from the rack, unsure on how I felt about giving full control of my attire to some strangers, but it was their job, I just had to have faith in their ability.
Besides, this wasn't coming out of my pocket, and after the shit I'd gone through, this was a welcome gift. As long as it didn't come with its own underlying price tag.
"What will I owe for this?" I asked.
"Nothing. It's a gift," Tyrone said gruffly before glancing at his phone and disregarding me.
I rolled my eyes, knowing this was him shutting me out for a moment.
Whatever, I was getting somewhat used to their hot and cold antics, although the whiplash was getting difficult to deal with.
The ladies returned with several selections, and Tyrone directed me to the back room to try them on. It was spacious, reminding me of those bridal shops where women sat watching the bride model different dresses. I was grateful for the thin pad I'd chosen earlier, as two of the dresses looked quite form-fitting.
The ladies had done an amazing job, the first dress my perfect size and absolutely stunning on, the navy sweetheart dress hugging my body and accentuating my waist and somehow making my boobs look even better.
"Show me. I want to see them," Tyrone commanded more than asked, but I was feeling too confident to care as I pulled the curtain back and strode out.
I twirled before him, my lip quirking at the way those dark eyes drank me up. But he just nodded and said "the next."
I pursed my lips, wondering if he'd even liked that one before retreating to the change room and slipping out of the elegant piece and into the next one, a fiery red gown with a dipping neckline.
As I emerged in each dress, one after the other, Tyrone watched me carefully, his dark eyes intense. The dresses were stunning, far more elegant than anything I'd ever worn.
"They're all good. But this one stays on for now. Bag the others," Tyrone ordered on my final dress, which I secretly loved the most. The deep mahogany red gown was both stylish and elegant, hugging my body and making my ass appear even more defined, while giving me modest coverage in the front with the sweetheart neckline. The slit in the side showed off enough of my leg without it revealing too much either.
"Style her hair as well," he instructed the ladies, who nodded obediently. I frowned, not realizing it was a service offered, but I didn't argue as I found myself ushered to a make-up section, where I sat down, enjoying the pampering. The women offered me snacks and a glass of champagne, which I accepted gratefully while they got to work on my hair, asking me about my make-up as well since apparently that was included.
We settled on a simple, natural look that would compliment the outfit, and I put my trust into the cheery blonde who was handling me the most, her brunette colleague having only nodded along and then darted off to bag the other dresses.
Rachel was her name, and she spoke in a hushed tone as she set about styling my hair and sorting out my make-up look.
As I sipped the bubbly drink, I noticed Tyrone on his phone, his voice low and authoritative. The family business waited for no one it seemed, and I focused on Rachel instead, chatting with her pleasantly about make-up and a wedding she'd recently done for a very rich couple who'd wanted a rainbow wedding.
Tyrone left the back room, his phone call growing rather heated, but I pushed it to the back of my mind, obeying Rachel's soft requests as she worked on me.
She didn't take as long as I would've thought, but when she finished, she got me to swivel in my seat to check the mirror, and the breath was sucked out of me.
She'd turned me into someone I'd expect to see walking the red carpet.
"Some teardrop earrings or studs would suit this look the most I think," she said thoughtfully with a soft nod to herself.
"This is stunning, thank you,'' I said breathlessly, awestruck by my reflection. My hair was curled and styled in such an elegant way, and my makeup looked natural, yet she'd highlighted all my good qualities, making my eyes pop the most. Not to mention my lips looked amazing as well.
Tyrone returned, his dark eyes trawling over me as I stood to give him a better look at my full look. All I needed was some suitable shoes and jewelry now.
A slight nod was all he offered. "This'll do."
My heart sank a little at his lukewarm response. I felt beautiful, transformed even, looking better than ever before. His casual dismissal stung more than I cared to admit.
"Ladies, give us the room," he commanded, his voice offering no argument.
As the staff filed out, I turned to face Tyrone, unable to hide my disappointment. "This'll just do, huh?" I said, unable to keep the slight hurt and frustration from my tone.
In an instant, Tyrone crossed the room. His large hand wrapped around my throat, not painfully, but firmly enough to make me gasp. He pushed me back against the mirror, his body pressed close to mine.