Mistaken Identity

Shopping wasn't something I do regularly since my pocket wasn't deep. If I had to go somewhere important I rent a dress with my ex boss money of course. The dress for the functions he usually keeps were twice my monthly salary. Yep, so I rented them, who cares. They still looked sexy on me.

I walked around looking at the different expensive bands some of which was so damn hard to pronounce even with my brains. I looked and I saw a long evening gown it was beautiful. I need it would look wonderful with my body.

"Hey, can I try on this in size three." I said with a smile. I really loved the dress and even if it means being a little nice to the brunette who couldn't take her eyes off Alexander so a second. Yep, he broke me shopping while he stayed in the front flirting with the cashier. I shake my head. I can't believe he's flirting with her after he kissed me. Who does that?

"No, But we only have size zero for persons who are slim." She replied was she looks at me with disgusted. Oh no she didn't. Did this wretch just call me flat?

"Bitch it's called curve. Of course you wouldn't know what that means. Your body is like a broom stick." I said with a smirk on my face. How the hell she call me fat? Not that there is anything wrong with fat but seriously.

She looked shock at my response. She let out a frustrated scream "How dare you call me a Bitch?"

hormones'. No, you're a hore and if you'll excuse me I need to find a dress that is

Alexander was waiting for me. I gave him a smile. "I didn't find anything. I'm too fat

his

three only zero. So

to the cashier and winked at her and began walking out the door. I walked behind him and rolled my eyes.

and most rich men are players and based on how he looked at that cashier obviously he's also a player. I can't believe I kissed

the

my

you saw the guy to kiss last night flirty with cashier. He said he wouldn't look at a person like me but he's looking at a cashier. God! Men are so damn