SAMANTHA'S POV"The red.""What?" I turn around to look at West who is standing too close to me and making it difficult...impossible to breathe."The red dress. Red fits your skin tone better." He moves forward, pressing his weight on me as he removes the red dress from the stall and throws it on the trolley. He attempts to hold the handle of the trolley and roll it for me, like a 'gentleman' I don't move out, so instead, West places his left palm over my left hand that is resting on the trolley's handle and places his other hand over mine as well, imprisoning me between the trolley and his hard body. "Let's move." He starts rolling to the next section."Stop. Let me move out." I struggle.He ignores me but stops to fill the trolley with more luxurious dinner wears, corporate outfits, demin short, crop tops, dresses, shoes... "I thought this shopping was just for the elite event, I possibly can't wear all these dresses in one day.""You never know, you may actually want to go out wit
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