Falling For The Man I Married

Chapter 16: fashion

Madi's POV:

"What am I going to wear--- what am I going to wear? Argh!" I kept asking myself for more than 10th times this evening.

"I hate you, Mr Wilsons!" I grabbed my hair in frustration as I walked into my closet.

"What should I suppose to wear?" I asked myself again. "A dress? A short? mini-dress? long dress------ "

I paused as I smiled at the thought that popped up in my head.

"Great, Madi! You're such a smart woman!" a devilish grin formed on my lips.

Ten minutes before seven in the evening, I decided to go downstairs and wait for him in the living room. For sure he knows how to knock.

But as I went down the stairs, Jaime looked at me as if she saw a clown. I just rolled my eyes but then smiled at her.

"What is that, Madi?" she can't stop laughing.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"What are you wearing? Seriously? An ankle-length white skirt and a white-loose blouse? Where are you from--- 16th or 15th century?" She laughed again, clutching her stomach.

"Why? It's fashion." I just shrugged.

"Yeah, that's a great fashion, Madi. That's also how my great-grandmother's style when she's a teenager."

And I laughed with her. Why? Because I can imagine what Gabriel's reaction would be after seeing my 'beautiful' outfit.

"By the way, where are you going?" she bit her lower lip to keep from laughing.

But before I could answer her question, there's a knock on the front door.

She arched her eyebrow. "Expecting someone?"

I didn't answer her, I just smiled and shrugged as I walked towards the door and took a deep breath before opening it.

But surprisingly, my mouth went dry at the sight in front of me.

The Greek God himself. The living Hercules. The ever handsome, Gabriel Wilsons in his mouth- watering outfit of the night. He's wearing just a simple black shirt and black pants, but you can't deny the Adonis hiding on his fitted shirt.

But then my smile widened when his jaws dropped after seeing my dress. And without waiting for a second, he pushed me back inside the door and closed it with a loud bang behind him. He grabbed my wrist, narrowing his eyes on me.

I gasped at his sudden action.

"What the hell are you wearing, Madi? That's my grandmother's dress when she's at your age!"

Jamie's exact words.

I was about to open my mouth when we both heard Jamie laugh. We both looked at her. But her laugh died instantly when she noticed that Gabriel had a serious expression.

"Oops! Sorry. I'm going to the kitchen. I think I forgot to turn off the faucet." and she ran back to the kitchen.

-'Faucet, Jamie? You really didn't come with a better excuse?'- I asked silently on her retreating back.

When she's out of our sight, Gabriel asked me again.

"What are you wearing, Madi? What is that?" he asked in a disgusted tone.

And I just repeated what I told Jamie earlier.

"This is what we called fashion!" I shrugged.

"Fashion? Madi, I wasn't born yesterday not to know what is called 'fashion' or not!"

"Why? What do you know about woman's fashion for clothes? You're a man!" I withdrew my hand. But instead of answering my question,

"Where is your room?" I looked at him, confused.

"Why? What are you asking for---"

"I'm asking you, where is your room?"

"Upstairs! Why?"

"Let's go!" he grabbed my wrist again and led me towards the stairs.

"What are you doing---"

"We'll change your fucking clothes into a nice one!"

My eyeballs almost popped out of my eyes after realizing what he meant.

"No! You can't do that!" I stopped walking and his head turned back to me.

"And why?"

"Because excuse me! I can do it myself!" I snapped at him annoyed, but the jerk himself just smirked at me.

"You know, I can help you." he shrugged and I glared at him.

What happened to the cold Mr Wilsons in the office? Because the man in front of me is slightly opposite to that man.

"Oh, hell no, Mr Gabriel Wilsons! Just go back to the living room and wait for me on the couch!"

"Are you ordering me right now, Ms Davis?" he asked in a challenging tone, but I have a smirk.

"Yes, Mr Wilsons. Have you forgotten that you're in my beautiful apartment and not in your office? So, whatever you want to call it, ordering you or whatsoever--- I don't care. You're not my boss at this very moment, so I can say whatever I want to say!" I proudly stated with my 'Madi' smile.

His face turned serious as he gritted his teeth. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him directly, but I frowned when his lips suddenly curled into a devilish smile.

"I like that feisty side of yours, Madi."

I didn't even get a chance to form a word as he already turned his back on me and walked towards the living room.

I just let an annoyed sigh before heading to my room.

Now, back to my question earlier--- 'what am I going wear?'

I went back into my closet and opened all the cabinet doors, so I can choose what to wear. Maybe jeans, because he's also wearing jeans? A black dress, because he's also wearing a black shirt and pants?

But in the end, I chose to wear my white spaghetti strap dress that ended two inches above my knees. I did my hair in a high ponytail and reapplied my lipstick. When I was satisfied with my looks, I exited my room with my phone and a pouch in my hand.

I found him and Jamie both sitting on the couch. When they noticed me, Jamie gave me her teasing grin and Gabriel stared at me continuously until I reached them.

"Ahem! Are we still going or not? Because it's a big favor for me if we're not----"

"Let's go." he cut me off by grabbing my hand. "Thank you, Jamie," he smiled at her and dragged me towards the door.

"No problem. Just take care of my friend, Gabriel."

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I just turned my head on her as my hand was continually being pulled by the Greek God towards the direction of the door. She winked at me and smiled like she won a lottery.

-'Why is she smiling? Is there something that Gabriel told her?'-

He pulled me into his car and opened the passenger side for me.

"I have my car!"

"I know." and he closed the door with a bang. "Rude! Jerk!" I muttered to myself and glared at his figure outside as he walked to the driver's side.