As much as I long to buy her the biggest, shiniest monstrosity so anyone in the same zip code as her will know she belongs to me, I can’t encumber her with something so flashy if it’ll feel like a burden.None of these sets look like something a normal person would wear.Impractically big and ridiculously ornate, they all scream pompously rich.They don’t match Karey’s personality at all.
The attendant hasn’t listened to any of Karey’s requirements.I should have demanded a different attendant from the start.This woman took one look at my cupcake and assumed she was a pity case.
All she wants is to get as much commission as possible from the least desirable items in the store.
I press my palm on the glass counter and lean toward the woman.
“I only want to see pieces over a million each.Elegant and unique.Only natural diamonds.Can you handle that?”
She swallows and gives me a skeptical once-over.
I pull my wallet out of my pocket and hand my black card to Karey.
“This is yours now, cupcake.No limits.”
“What if I buy the whole store just so I can smash all these monstrosities?”she asks in the super bubbly, innocent voice she uses with clients.
Fucking hell, I love her viciousness.
“Go ahead.You could buy all the jewelry stores in New York City and still have plenty of play money,” I shrug.
The attendant backtracks and hurriedly pushes the ugly sets aside before offering us a lounge while she retrieves suitable pieces.
Karey shakes her head.I don’t blame her.The thought of being in a small room with a saleswoman who doesn’t understand basic etiquette makes my skin crawl on both a professional and personal level.
As the attendant scurries away, Karey nudges me.
“Can we just go somewhere else?I don’t care how much money you have; I don’t want to waste it on this.”She gestures to the display counters.
I chuckle and lean down to murmur in her ear, “Whatever my cupcake desires.”
I turn her toward the door and take three steps before a voice stops her in her tracks.Her entire body jerks as though someone poured ice down her shirt.
“Oh look, the chatty fatty got herself a new pimp,” the annoyingly high-pitched voice says from a few paces away at the counter.
“A penniless pimp, by the looks of it,” a male adds.
“Of course he’s penniless if she’s the merchandise,” the bitch giggles.
A red haze falls over my vision.
Karey recovers with impressive speed and spins around with an eerily happy smile on her face.
“Oh Em Gee, it’s so nice to see you, Lydia.”She gives her a surprised once-over.“I heard you chose a different clinic this time, and I must say it was worth it.I can hardly tell you just had your nose done.And did you get another boob job?They look a lot more even this time.”
The bitch sputters.
“Careful, Lydia, that much spit can make the floor wet.We wouldn’t want another accident, would we?”
She turns to me without so much as a breath.
“Hey, did I ever tell you about the time Lydia pushed me off the bleachers in high school?I tumbled down two entire sets before catching my stomach on the bottom of the railing.I vomited blood for days, but her dad paid off the school, so they never reported it.Isn’t that crazy?”
Lydia stomps her high heel.
“You can’t prove—”
“I don’t need to, you fake-ass bitch,” Karey says with a sudden switch of personalities.“I was there and so were you and Oscar.Speaking of, are you still suckling on daddy’s tit, Oscar, or has he disowned you yet since you can’t keep your microdick in your pants?”