Harper and I had been to this mall before. Once, we wanted to go in and have a look, but as soon as the sales associates saw our clothes, they wouldn't let us in.

Only the wealthiest were allowed into these stores, and each store employed a security guard wearing a black suit to stand at the door. Every store here was for a luxury designer, from Chanel to Hermes to Louboutin.

Jackson took me straight to a specific store, and everyone there gushed over him. I wasn't sure if they actually knew him or just knew who he was. He had them fit me with a custom-made dress, a pair of hand-made crystal-encrusted shoes, and a complete makeup set.

He'd brought Camille with us, and her eyes widened when he saw Jackson spending so much money on me.

I endured Camille's glare; I would have my own price to pay for all of this tomorrow at the office.

and made sure my dress was adjusted just right, she

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his phone, Jackson subconsciously looked up when he heard the sound of

figure; it clung to her

rounded breasts were perky in the dress, and his

that it was

look refined and elegant, accentuating her lips, eyes, and

eyes was indifferent, with a

was the feeling Jackson felt every

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