A NIGHT WITH THE CRAZY CEO

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

**BRIANNA**

Apparently, it turned out that Isabella dragged me to a secluded room that was different from the main mall. The room was filled with lots of racks and different varieties of clothes were hung on the racks, ranging from fancy to formal and to casual clothes. And let me add that they were all designer clothes. I was awestricken by the different types of clothes in the room. The amount of clothes here could start up a boutique meant for females only on its own. That’s how much the clothes are.

“So this is where we are going to get you a perfect dress for the gala.” Isabella stood in the middle of the room and gestured around with her arms spread wide.

“I feel like I’m in dress heaven.” I said gushingly and she bursted into laughter.

“You’re funny.” She giggled and a grin broke out on my face.

“I’m flattered, you’re one of the few people that have ever told me that. Thank you.” I uttered with a small smile.

“Don’t sweat it. Now let’s start looking for your dress. We can check out the others later.” She stated.

“Alright, what do I have to do?” I asked, feeling a little eager.

“You don’t have to do anything for now. All you have to do is sit down on that chair over there,” she pointed at the chair and continued, “I’ll pick out some dresses for you, you’ll try them on and show them to Adrian, he’ll decide the one that looks better on you.”

“Oh okay.” I responded and went to sit on the chair she pointed at.

“So I can see that you’re curvy, you have the hips, ass and boobs so we’ll be needing a dress that’ll bring out your curves in all the right places. Don’t mind use of my vulgar words.” She chuckled towards the end of her statement.

“Nah, I don’t mind.” I said with a grin.

“I’ll be right back.” With that, she disappeared behind the racks and I was left to sit alone in silence, anticipating the type of dress that she would bring.

“So, you and Adrian are pretty close huh?” Isabella’s voice rang out from behind the racks.

“Close? In what way?” I asked in a loud voice so that she could hear me.

“This is the first time he’s bringing a lady here to shop for dresses and I’m pretty sure that you’re the first ever assistant that he has asked to be his date.” Isabella explained.

“Wow really? Well if you would count him frustrating my life and me paying him back as close, then we are close.” I uttered.

“Oh, so you are as crazy as he is? And he has not fired you? That’s a first.” She stated, still ransacking for the perfect evening dress for me.

“I’m surprised he haven’t fired me too because I receive a lot of threats from him.” I giggled.

“Seems like he likes you. There’s no assistant that has worked this long for him without getting fired and considering how crazy you said you are, you should have been fired the next day.” She laughed towards the end of her statement.

“Mr. Adrian definitely doesn’t like me. It’s obvious that he hates me and I hate him just as much.” I responded.

“I bet he likes you, you just wait and you will see.” She stated, sounding very sure about what she said.

“I highly doubt that, but whatever you say.” I chuckled and silence fell between us.

“Uhm, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s the relationship between you and Mr. Adrian?” I asked unsurely.

“What do you mean?” She asked, coming out from behind the racks with a heap of red dresses in her hands.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but the both of you seemed pretty cozy together, more than the professional relationship.” I said.

“Adrian is my cousin. His mom and mine are sisters.” She answered before dumping the clothes on a chair thayvwas close to me.

I can’t believe that they are cousins. No wonder they were so cozy together, and I was thinking they were something totally different.

“Wow, I never knew.” I smiled sheepishly.

“Wait, what did you think we were?” She quizzed puzzledly.

“I kinda thought that you were his girlfriend. I’ve never seen him so close with someone before.” I uttered.

“Eww, I can never be a girlfriend to that bigheaded brat.” She shuddered and a giggle left my mouth.

“Sorry for the wrong assumption.”

“It’s not a problem,” she said before clapping her hands eagerly, “now, I will need you to try on these dresses and you’ll show them to Adrian. He will be the judge and pick the one that suits you best.”

“Okay, let’s start.” I stood up and she handed over one of the dresses to me.

I held the dress out in front of me and examined it. I knew that I wasn’t going to be the judge of the dress I was going to wear but I still wanted to examine it.

The dress was made of chiffon material and it was very beautiful.

“What are you waiting for? Go change.” Isabella pushed me towards a room that looks like a dressing room and I walked inside.

The dressing room was empty aside from a bench and mirror that was in the room.

I stripped out of my work clothes and I was left in my ubderwears. I put on the dress and looked at myself in the mirror. The dress was brought out too much skin and I felt very uncomfortable in it. My whole back, boobs andthughs were exposed since the gown had a slit that went way up to the top of my left thigh.

I walked out of the dressing room feeling uncomfortable in my own skin. Isabella stared at me in surprise as I walked out.

“Damn gurl! Is this the shape that you have been hiding under those work clothes of yours?” She whistled with wide eyes and I blushed crazily.

“If I was a lesbian, I would have fallen for you right away.” She went on saying and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m going to turn to an overripe tomato or a beetroot at this rate, Isabella.” I giggled shyly.

“You deserve all the hype, babe.” She uttered.

“Oh please, Isa.”

“Do you think Mr. Adrian would like the dress? It looks too revealing to me.” I asked nervously since I had been warned by Mr. Adrian to not wear revealing clothes.

“It’s revealing alright but not too much. Let’s hear what he’ll say about it.” She stated and proceeded to walk out of the room while I followed behind her.

We came out to the open where there was a posh sofa that I had not noticed when we passed here earlier. Mr. Adrian was seated on the sofa with a magazine in his hand and he seemed pretty focused on it.

“She’s here, Adrian. Check her dress out.” Isabella said loudly so that he could hear and be slowly raised his head from the magazine in his hand.

Not to be proud but I can proudly tell you guys that his jaw dropped upon setting his eyes on me. Saying that his jaw dropped is even an understatement but let’s stick with that for now. The way his gaze raked my body from head to toe made me feel self conscious and shy and I squirmed on my feet.

“Close your mouth, Adrian. There are flies all around.” Isabella uttered in a singsong voice and Mr. Adrian quickly snalled his mouth shut, a blush creeping up his neck. I tried my hardest to refrain from giggling but a slight giggle managed to escape my mouth, making Mr. Adrian glance at me for a second before he quickly looked away.

“What are you putting on?” Mr. Adrian asked looking a bit flustered after getting himself together.

“Huh, I’m putting on a dress.” I said in a duh tone.

“Are you sure that this is a dress? It looks to me like you’re putting on a slut’s attire.” He said emotionlessly and I wondered if he was the same man that was openly ogling my curves some seconds ago.

“It’s not a slut’s attire, stupid!” Isabella stepped in and smacked him at the back of his head and he glared at her.

“You should have found a more concealing dress for her. We’re going to a gala, not a club.” He snapped at Isabella.

“If you didn’t like the dress on her then you should have tomd her to change in a polite manner and don’t you dare act like you weren’t just drooling when you saw her in that dress.” Isabella snapped back at him. He looked embarrassed for a second before masking his expression.

“I didn’t drool. Now please go get her another dress. This one is a no no.” He said in a slightly polite manner and Isabella walked over to me and took me by my hand towards the direction of the room.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Don’t mind what the brat said, you look gorgeous in the dress.” Isabella cooed and I smiled.

“Thanks Isa. I’ve learnt to not always believe what Mr. Adrian says, I know that the dress suits me perfectly.” I said as we entered the room once again.

“Now let’s pick out a dress that’s less revealing but still brings out your curves.” Isabella chirped and we got to work, looking for the perfect dress that will suit Mr. Adrian’s taste.

TBC