Twenty six

MORGAN'S POV 

Well, seeing that our precious moments was gone, I went for the next best thing, her bed.

Walking past her, I threw my body onto her bed, resting my back against the headboard. I lifted my legs onto the mattress and took one pillow in my hands. This way, her sweet fragrance surrounded me.

"Wh...what are you doing?" She stuttered,turning to regard me.

 The embarrassment on her face was still evident, her ears red from how hard she was flushing. I enjoyed how flustered she appeared, but I wasn't going to mention it.

"Tell me what happened. What was so good that you had to scream?”, I said instead of answering her question. 

"I can tell you in the living room," she said, her attention still on the fact that I was still lying on her bed as if I belonged there. 

EVE'S POV 

Was I the only one who thought he was crossing a boundary?.

"I'm okay here", he said, cradling my pillow in my arms.

I couldn't exactly physically eject him from the bed, so I gave up and took a seat on my vanity chair.

 "I got an order from a client on Monday. He wanted me to design a necklace for him for fifty thousand dollars. I worked on it all week and sent it to him yesterday. He sent me an email a few minutes ago saying he likes the design and has even paid for it”,

He nodded as i narrated to him. And when I was done, he said.

"That means you don't need to take part in the drug trial, right?",

"Uh, yeah. I made a lot more money already”, I replied. 

"That's good. Atleast you don't have to endanger yourself now”, he said an went silent.

I waited for him to make another remark, but he didn't. He didn't even seem surprised. Was he not impressed by the figure? Fifty thousand dollars was a lot of money. The only thing he seemed concerned about was that I wouldn't have to do the drug trial anymore. Did he really care that much about me?.

Either way, I felt happy that he seemed to be genuinely concerned about me. 

On the last Saturday night he had been angry when demanding that I quit the trial, and a part of me thought it was because he didn't want to be embarrassed by his wife taking part in such a thing, when he wanted others to think he was wealthy.

But now, I realized that all he seemed to be concerned about was my wellbeing. Was that really why he had made a scene on Saturday night?

The next day, I paid Sarah's pending medical expenses to the last cent. With that paid, Sarah could continue receiving the necessary treatment until she could get a kidney transplant.

I felt relieved that the bill was now out of the way, and felt that Sarah would now be morecomfortable, receiving the care she needed and not having to worry about money.

When I went back home, I found out that Morgan had just gotten back from a job he said he had been called in for that morning. I noticed that he was wearing the same coat he had been wearing the previous day, actually he wears it on most days. After paying Sarahs medical bill, I had some money left over and thought it would be nice to get him some new clothes.

When I asked him to come to the mall with me to buy the clothes, he agreed. He also told me that he knew a good store we could shop at. 

An hour later, I was standing in front of the store Morgan had brought me to, a look of awe on my face. The store happened to be the renowned luxury clothing store belonging to the Edwards Group. 

I had never shopped here before, and now, I wasn't sure this was the right place for us. The clothes here had to be quite expensive…

I cast a glance at Morgan who was waiting next to me patiently. He had brought me here. Wait a second, has he even shopped here before?.

Anyways, It wouldn't hurt to look inside, I decided, leading the way inside. Who knows, maybe we could find some discounted outfits.

On entering the store, we were welcomed by a shop assistant who led us to a selection of coats. 

Five minutes into looking through various options, I quickly realised that everything was indeed too expensive for me to afford. It was a shame, given how good the coats were, and I imagined Morgan would look really dashing in them.

I moved on from the coats to shirts, but the prices didn't get any better.

 "Can I see that one?”, I asked, pointing towards a navy blue shirt.

After coming all the way to the shop and spending time looking through clothes, I was determined to find at least one article of clothing for Morgan. We could go shopping somewhere more affordable later, but just one piece from the Edwards Group store would be good.

"Please make a decision quickly", the shop assistant told me, thrusting the shirt I had requested for in my hands. 

Her tone was unfriendly and her face full of disdain, as if she had better things to do, than accompany the both of us around.

I was about to apologise for taking too long to choose something when two other voices carried to me.

"She has looked through about twenty items already. If she can't afford anything, she should go away and stop wasting out time",

“Of course she can't afford them. Look at them, do they look like they can afford anything in this store?",

The first person laughed.

 "Maybe they got lost on their way to the second-hand clothes market. They should have looked at the sign outside before bringing their poor selves inside”.

"I hate when people with no money come in here and act like they can buy anything."

In the peripheral of my eyes, I noticed that the two voices belonged to the two shop assistants who stood by, in case more help was needed. 

I was shocked to find that employees at such a popular store were so rude and mannerless.

"So, will you take that one?" the assistant who was accompanying us asked, crossing her arms across her chest and sticking her hip out. She was no longer pretending to be professional, and I felt my irritation rising.

I looked at Morgan, who hadn't said much besides looking at the clothes I picked out. His jaw looked tense, and I realised that he too must be bothered by the attitude the assistants were showing.

"In the last store I worked, shopping was by appointment only. It made sure that only people who could actually afford the clothes showed up. Here, any beggar from off the street can walk in." The owner of the voice sighed. 

"I wish they would make it like that here."

"Yeah" her fellow assistant agreed.

 "A store of this calibre should not be accepting just anyone. They could be thieves for all we know."

"Most likely. Just look at how unkempt they are. Where is the cleaner? She needs to be ready with disinfectant the moment they leave"

"Poor Annie, having to deal with them so closely. Who knows what germs she'll pick up."

I quickly looked down at myself, and then at Morgan. We might not be wearing the latest in luxury fashion, but we were decent and hygienic.

How hateful were these assistants to talk like that?.

I thrust the navy blue shirt back to the assistant who was with us. I have heard enough, and I think It’s time to put a stop to it.