Chapter 123: Dating a pornstar
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"I've got some work to do in my office for a bit, so..." Drake trailed off as he looked at me with uncertainty.
It was cute that he was trying to make sure that I was comfortable on my first day moving in with him, but I also knew that he had work to do. I was a big girl and would figure out what to do with myself.
"I've got this, big daddy." Luis winked at him before he sauntered over to me. "I saw a sign in Les-Mistresses shop window on my way over that there's a sale today. We're going shopping, bitch." Dra smirked as his lids lowered. I knew that look. That was the look he had when something, or rather me, excited him.
"I really like the color black," Drake stated with a wink in Pierre's direction.
"You got it," luis replied.
"Wait, hold up. Who said I was going shopping? And who said I liked the color black?" I asked, trying to put my own two cents into the conversation they were clearly having about me.
Luis snorted. "Pa-lease, the color matches your soul, ya cranky bitch. Now let's go before all the good stuff is gone."
He grabbed my hand and ripped me up to my feet before he dragged me toward the door. My eyes locked on Drake as he smirked. There was no time for a kiss goodbye as luis fervently tugged me along behind him.
"You can see lover-boy later. We've got plans."
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As we walked through Les-Mistresses, I felt completely out of my element. Shopping wasn't exactly my thing and lingerie shopping was definitely not my thing. A good pair of jeans or leggings with a t-shirt, or even a nice summer dress was all I needed. This fancy stuff wasn't me, but Luis was clearly hell bent on changing that.
"This one will make Drake drool. Go try it on."
He held up a black, lace piece that looked like it would barely cover me as I shook my head.
"Luis, you know I don't-"
"Shush. Go try it on. You're dating a porn star now, lynn, you need to keep things fresh in the bedroom."
His words felt like a bucket of ice water had just been dumped on me. I was dating a porn star now and that meant I had to keep things interesting. Would Drake ever get bored of me and end things? He was used to sleeping with all these gorgeous women and I wasn't like them at all. My insecurities came back in a rush and I could punch luis for bringing them back to life.
Drake and I had been through so much and I had finally accepted what he did for a living, but now I was second guessing my position in his life and it was all thanks to my best friend. Thanks a lot, luis! As if I didn't already have enough to think about.
I held the thing up in the dressing room, wondering how in the hell I was going to get this thing on. There wasn't any real opening and I had no idea how to get into it. I stood there in my bra and panties as my eyes moved to my reflection in the mirror. What was wrong with the bra and panty set I had on now? Wasn't that sexy enough? I spent good money on this matching set that I wouldn't have before I met Drake.
"You doing okay in there?" Luis asked after he lightly knocked on the door.
"No!" I groaned. "I can't figure out how to get it on."
He laughed at me. "Let me in, sugar-tits, I'll help you."
Even though he couldn't see me at the moment, I gave him my death-glare. Sugar-tits? He wants to get hurt today, doesn't he?
I opened the door and stuck my head out. "I seriously don't understand this thing. Can we just go?"
"No." He pushed his way in and nearly knocked me over. "We need to keep you sexy for that porn star boyfriend of yours. Okay, let's see..." He took the black piece from me and held it up. "Ah-ha! Just hold your hands up."
I did as he instructed only because I wanted to get this done and over with. My stomach had been growling for the last thirty minutes and I'd rather shove food in my mouth than deal with this right now.
Luis tugged the thing down over my head, adjusting in places only my gay best friend could touch me in before he turned me back toward the mirror.
"See? Now that's sexy."
I stared at myself in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised to see that I actually liked it. The piece hugged me perfectly and if my bra and panties were absent, you'd be able to see all the goods. Yeah, Drake would go crazy over this piece.
"Fine, let's buy it and get the hell out of here. I'm starving."
We left the dressing room after I changed back into my clothes and headed for the counter. The lady behind the register had a permanent scowl on her face and didn't smile at us once. This store screamed rich and famous and I'd never felt more out of place in my life.
"Your total is $1,075."
My eyes nearly burst out of my head as I stared at the number on the register.
"How much?! No, nope." I shoved my card back into my wallet as the woman rolled her eyes.
Luis covered my hand with his before he retrieved the card back out and handed it over. If looks could kill, he'd be dead right now.
"You're a millionaire, lynn, this won't even dent your net worth."
His statement piqued the interest of the cashier and finally got a small smile out of her. Typical. People like this always look down their noses at those they think are nothing, but if they had money, they meant something all of a sudden. Fucking puke.
It was painful to watch my card slide through the terminal and pay that price, but luis was right, I did have the money. That was something I was still trying to get used to. I haven't been down to the bank yet to set up my online banking because I was honestly a little intimidated by all that wealth.
I grew up with a family that scrapped by and shopped at the local Goodwill. If they saw me spending over a grand on a piece of lingerie, they'd have a heart attack. But then I had to remember that those people weren't my true family and my real one came from money. I wouldn't have to worry about my finances ever again, and that was a fact that was hard to get used to.
"Have a lovely day," the cashier said as she handed me back my card and finally the fancy bag with my expensive purchase.
The bag alone screamed wealth and it felt weird being in my hand. I took it from her and got out of the shop as quickly as I could. This place wasn't me and I couldn't run fast enough.
.But as soon as we left the shop, I was surrounded by a small group of people with cameras in my face.
"Ms. Martinez! Is it true that you've moved in with DrakeHudson?"
"How does it feel to date a porn star, Ms. Martinez?"
Panic consumed me as I tried to push through them but they were relentless.
Luis came to my aid and pushed them out of the way, guiding me toward his Honda Civic parked at the curb. We jumped in but they were still right there taking pictures and shouting their questions at the window.
"Just ignore them, lynn." Luis drove away from the curb as I silently sat there out the window.
I knew life with Drake wouldn't be easy, but I never expected to be bombarded by the paparazzi. Didn't they have other celebrities to chase down? I was nothing compared to the others they could hunt down. Was Drake that well known in the world?
"Hey, let's go get some pizza and beer," luis suggested as he reached over and took my hand in his. "Don't let those assholes ruin our day."
I took a deep breath and nodded over at him. "Yeah, you're right. I'm fine."
His phone dinged before he glanced at it on the dash. He tapped at the screen and I wanted to scold him for using his phone while driving, but I kept my mouth shut. My mind was on other things and this distraction was almost welcomed.
"Well, would you look at that? I just got an email from Drake Hudson inviting me in for an interview."
The look of pure happiness lit up my best friend's face and I couldn't be happier for him. I knew he'd get the call back, I just wished he knew what his worth was. But knowing that my best friend was not only in my life but would also be closer to me while he worked for my boyfriend made me smile. Life had a funny way of working out just right, didn't it?
Dating a pornstar
