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Erina's POV
Who doesn’t know about La Belle Attire boutique? One of the most renowned and expensive boutiques in the capital. Not only tycoons, but also artists and models in the city often use products made by this boutique. Every dress that comes out of there has an elegant touch and unmatched quality, making it a coveted item for anyone wanting to look perfect.
I have always dreamed of owning a dress from La Belle Attire. Every time I see their latest collection on social media, my heart races. The thought of myself wearing one of their beautiful dresses makes me unable to stop imagining it.
However, right now, I have to face reality. Even though I want it so badly, I know that the cost of having a dress made there is very high.
I tightly grip my phone, pressing it to my ear. “Neo, I want to make a dress at La Belle Attire!” I say in a spoiled and demanding tone.
But Neo refuses. “Erina, that’s too expensive. You know we need to be more prudent with our spending,” he says patiently, but I can hear the disagreement in his voice.
I sigh, feeling frustrated. “But Neo, this is a rare opportunity! A dress from La Belle Attire could make me stand out at the upcoming event. Everyone will definitely notice me!”
Neo stands firm. “I understand, but we have other priorities. We need to think about our budget.”
I fold my arms, feeling a bit annoyed. Deep down, I know he’s right. But my dream of wearing a dress from that boutique is very strong. Maybe I need to find another way to fulfill my desire. I don't want to lose to Maisie.
My mind raced, trying to come up with a solution. Maybe I needed to find another way to fulfill my wish. The fear of losing to Maisie grew stronger, pushing me to try harder.
I can’t sleep, still upset that Neo rejected my request to make a dress at that expensive boutique. My frustration grows because Neo also doesn’t know about the party that Maisie and Alexander will attend. This makes me even more upset.
“Oh my God, I’m so annoyed! Can’t you just make one?” I stomp my foot, glancing at Neo who is sound asleep beside me. He looks calm, as if nothing is bothering my mind.
Meanwhile, my thoughts are swirling around that dream dress. What if I can’t get attention at the party without the perfect dress? Everyone will surely wear something stunning, and I don’t want to be the most ordinary one among them.
With a heavy sigh, I try to calm myself. Maybe I can find another way to get that dress, or at least, try to persuade Neo to reconsider my request. My thoughts keep drifting, and sleep seems farther away.
Finally, I decided to leave the room. I remember there’s a garden and a pool behind the house; maybe I can cool my head there.
I walk alone in the stillness of the night. The atmosphere is calm, but my steps halt when I hear strange noises from the living room that separates Neo's room and Alexander's room. The sounds make me feel alert.
I carefully approach, trying to listen more clearly. The sound seems like whispers, perhaps a muffled conversation. Curiosity begins to take over, and I wonder what is happening between them.
Maybe it’s time to find out more. With quiet steps, I lean closer to the door, trying to catch every word that might explain the situation.
“What’s that sound?” I murmur as I slowly walk toward the source of the noise.
I swallow hard as I realize the strange sounds are coming from Alexander’s room. The closer I get, the clearer the sounds become, making me feel both uncomfortable and curious.
“Ah, Sir…” The pleasurable moans now greet my ears more clearly, leaving me stunned for a moment. There’s no denying it; something intimate is happening in there.
My head spins, caught between curiosity and the feeling of eavesdropping. I feel confused, but for some reason, I can’t step back. My curiosity pushes me to stand there, trying to absorb every detail of what is happening behind that door.
I freeze half a meter in front of Alexander's room.
“Sir, Ah!” The moan turns into a short, high-pitched scream.
Instantly, my body trembles. The image of Alexander and Maisie making love fills my mind, trapping me between curiosity and deep discomfort.
“Ah... ah!” Maisie's screams now grow louder and longer, making me feel as if I’m intruding on a very private moment. Eventually, the sounds slowly weaken, as if signaling they are reaching the peak of their experience.
I feel my face heat up, and I try to calm myself. This is something I shouldn’t see or hear. However, my curiosity still gnaws at my thoughts. Reluctantly, I step back a little, trying to distance myself from the door, even though it’s hard to ignore what I just heard.
I cover my mouth with my hand, eyes wide in disbelief at what I just heard. “She... reached climax?” I mumbled, my face flushed with a mix of jealousy and confusion. “What does it feel like? I’ve never been with Neo,” I whisper, pitying myself.
The jealousy in my chest now intensifies. What started as a small spark has turned into a hot lava melting my sanity. Every second feels torturous, thinking about how Alexander and Maisie could share that intimate moment while I feel isolated.
I try to divert my thoughts, but the image of them continues to haunt me. The insecurity and yearning for something I don’t have make me feel increasingly pressured. Why can’t I feel the same? Why does my relationship with Neo feel so ordinary?
With heavy steps, I turn and try to walk away from that door, determined to find a way not to let my feelings control me. Maybe it’s time to talk to Neo and express what I truly feel.