A NIGHT WITH THE CRAZY CEO

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

**BRIANNA**

After trying on more than one thousand dresses (I’m just exaggerating, I’ve only tried on like fifteen dresses) and showing them to Mr. Adrian with him rejecting them because they were either too revealing, too concealing, too long, too short or whatever, I finally came out of the dressing room for the umpteenth time with a scowl on my face. I was even sweating as a result of putting on a dress and stripping right back out of it because he was not satisfied with it, it felt like I was doing a sort of exercise against my wish.

The dress that I’m putting on now is a red velvet fishtail dress with thin straps. The upper part is black with sweetheart neckline, pearls adorned the upper part. The dress showed a little bit of cleavage but I was okay with it. The dress came along with lush forearm length black satin gloves that felt good on the skin and a snow-white arctic fur boa shawl scarf.

Isabella raked her eyes over my body and nodded with a smile playing on her lips, “this dress suits you perfectly. It is not too revealing nor concealing and it brings out your curves in the right places.”

“I love it too but we have to show your cousin before we decide.” I said and she nodded before we walked out of the room together. Mr. Adrian was not reading the magazine again, now he is focused on his phone.

“Check this one out, Mr. Adrian.” I said loudly so that I could get his attention because he seemed to be very immersed in whatever he was doing on his phone. He slowly raised his head to stare at me and I saw a look of approval and awe cross his expression before his face became a blank canvass that portrayed absolutely no emotion.

“There was a dress like this and you were dressing up in dumb dresses? You kept me here for over two hours.” He snapped with a slight look of anger on his face.

“You’re really blaming me for keeping you waiting? I am not the one that told you to not be satisfied with the past fifteen dresses that I have tried on!” I snapped back at him because what he said pissed me off.

“You know what? There’s really no time for us to have this argument, you of all people should know how precious my time is to me.” He said and glared at me.

“The both of you should cut it out already, there’s no need for you to start fighting here!” Isabella said loudly and Mr. Adrian calmed down a little.

“This is the dress you’re going for, get a purse and shoes that goes along with the dress. Also get yourself some things you might need, and do that fast.” He said and I walked away from him, back into the room.

I entered the room and removed the dress; I got back into my own clothes and folded the one I just stripped out of. Isabella came in at that moment with a red purse and heels in her hands.

“I found these and they looked like they would complement the dress perfectly.” She gushed like a high school girl and I smiled at her giddiness. It was like she was the one going to the gala and not me, she looked so energetic and excited that I sort of envied her of it.

“You’re the fashion expert here but let me see it.” I said and she brought it to my view. The purse was very beautiful and it seemed to be very expensive, I must say.

The purse was definitely designer, it is a cranberry red color and it was encrusted with ruby red gem stones, making it glitter; it had gold chain strap. The heels were an eight inches stiletto with platform and it was also in the red color. Guess I’m going to be “The Lady in Red” but not the literal one, if you know what I mean.

“These are very beautiful but am I the one that is going to be wearing those heels? They look monstrous.” I said with a hint of fear in my voice. I have never worn heels that were more than four inches tall and this pair of heels are twice as tall.

“Of course, you’re the one that will wear them or do you expect me to wear the heels for you?” She asked looking at me with amusement, I could tell that she wanted to laugh so bad but she was holding it in.

“Wait a minute, don’t tell me that you’re scared of wearing these heels.” She stated and finally let out the laughter she was holding in and I turned red.

“Don’t laugh at me, this is the first time I’ll be trying on eight-inch heels.” I said frustratedly.

“Alright, I won’t laugh again. I’ll teach you how to walk in them, just put them on first.” She said and put the heels on the floor, right in front of me. I removed my shoes, sat on a chair on slid on the heels. I tried to stand up and walk around in them but I was scared that if I did, I would trip and fall.

“Isabella, can you please hold my hand? I’m afraid that I might fall.” I said, feeling embarrassed.

“No problem.” She chuckled and helped me up.

She held my hand and helped me to walk in them and after a few minutes, I got a hang of it.

“Thanks Isabella.” I said to her after taking off the heels.

“Don’t sweat it. Now let’s go get the extra clothes he said you should get.” She uttered and we moved to the main mall after she had finished bagging the gala things.

We finally finished shopping, Isabella helping me choose the best clothes. She also helped me choose some jewelries, shoes, perfumes and even makeup. Mr. Adrian said to shop for clothes but he didn’t say anything about not shopping for other things too. Isabella packaged everything and they filled six whole bags.

Mr. Adrian came by when we finished getting all the things I needed.

“It’s right about time.” Mr. Adrian said with an annoyed expression.

“Sorry.” I said, not even feeling sorry in anyway.

“Have my card, Isa and take out the total amount of the things she bought.” He said to Isa, totally ignoring my apology.

After paying, we went to his car, some workers helping me with the bags since I couldn’t carry seven bags on my own. They put the bags in the back of the car and I went into the car.

“Drive to Brianna’s house, Brandon.” Mr. Adrian said in a monotonous voice and Brandon began driving.

We didn’t say anything to each other during the drive and when we arrived at my house, I was left alone to take out the bags on my own.

“Thanks for today, Sir.” I said to him and he just responded with a hum.

“I’ll send makeup artists to do your makeup by 4 p. m. and I’ll come pick you up by 5:30. You don’t have to come to work tomorrow.” He said simply and didn’t wait for my reply before he told Brandon to drive.

I grumbled underneath my breath and struggled to carry the seven bags on my own and walked to the door. I opened the door with my leg since it was not locked and dumped the bags on the floor.

“I’m home!” I announced loudly and mom stared at me in shock, Marianna also turned and gasped at me.

“Where’d you get all these bags from?” They asked simultaneously and I grinned.

“I went shopping.” I smiled and their eyes grew wide in surprise.

TBC