I can't wait to fuck you in Paris.

My eyes flew open in shock as I quickly opened the box, curious to know what he got me.

I gawked at the sight of the shimmering red lace dress. How did he know red was my favourite colour?!

I quickly took the dress out, lifting it above my head so I could get a perfect view of it. It was an armless dress, and it was shorter than I expected, but I loved that it had a slit beneath it. I dropped the dress on the bed because my eyes fell on the Yves Saint Laurent heel silver slipper. And beside it was a red Cartier box, a jewellery box!

I took out the Jewellery box, then I opened it, glancing at the diamond earrings and necklace. I could feel tears fighting it's way out of my eyes. Get hold of yourself Shimma! (Gawd! This man keeps spoiling me).

“You like it?“ I heard him say. He stood by the bathroom door, staring at me, waiting to get my expression. I nodded with a warm smile, trying to hold in my excitement.

“I bet you'd look stunning in that dress,” he teased. I chuckled.

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