Chapter 110: (Hundred) Nine: Underwear

" Yeah, about the three-foot rule... I don't think it can be possible here." Johnny said, getting into his car with Navaya and hurled her a smile. " Sorry."

Navaya reverted her gaze to him as he sat on the driver's seat, putting on his seatbelt. 

" Are you really sorry though?" She hoisted a questioning brow at him, a smile stretching her lips, and Johnny chuckled.

It was a two-seater sports car and staying three feet apart was near impossible, well at least while they were in there. Navaya knew that but she also knew that Johnny wasn't sorry about it. The smile on his face was no way close to looking apologetic.

Johnny Ramus could be everything except sorry for something like this and why she found it so amusing was what even she didn't understand. She shouldn't be amused. No, she should be pissed. Johnny broke their deal just five minutes after making it and he was shameless for doing so.

Navaya's lips tugged at the thought, still staring at him as his smile morphed into a grin. Just look at him, there was nothing remorseful about that grin on his face. He probably had his fingers crossed while striking that deal with her.

The sneaky bastard!

Despite all Navaya's efforts to insist and negotiate her way out of his car, the man wouldn't budge. He considered her untrustworthy, saying she would drive off and ditch him there. So long story short, Johnny made her get into his car because, for some reason, the bodyguard had more influence than the boss.

She sneered at him but it did nothing. He kept grinning, dazzling as his teeth shone ever so brightly. 

" If you stare harder, you might just end up falling in love." Johnny's grin turned seductive as he spoke.

" In your dreams." Navaya scoffed and Johnny raked her with his eyes.

" My dreams always come true. It's why I'm so rich."

Navaya averted her gaze to stare out the window but not before rolling her eyeballs hard. Johnny was someone who was born into riches so what dreams was he talking about?

Unbearable was the best description of Johnny right now and even an eye-roll wasn't enough to express how pissed off she was by his behavior. 

Navaya's eyes remained fixed on the window while Johnny's eyes stayed fixed on her, the idea of looking away seeming preposterous. 

Still looking out the window, Navaya's lashes flitted as she remained hellbent on ignoring his presence and his egregious stares.

Did her attempts work? Absolutely not. The heat from Johnny's stares seeped into her skin, melting her bones.

" Stop staring at me," Navaya said, yearning to break the staring contest Johnny was having with the side of her face.

" Never." Came Johnny's response instantly and Navaya didn't understand how or why, but her heart skipped a beat. A tiny beat, faltering slightly.

" Then drive." She ordered, still refusing to meet his eyes. 

She knew she shouldn't have agreed to the whole using-Johnny-as-a-bodyguard thing, he just wouldn't behave himself.

Fortunately, Johnny heeded her order and started the car. That was the easy part, the treacherous fraction was dragging his eyes off her. Now that right there was mission impossible.

He drove to the mall, occasionally embezzling glances at her, and the fact that his mind got torn between the road and her didn't make things easy.

After driving for a while, Johnny finally got his shit together and devoted his full attention to the road in order to prevent an accident from happening but as soon as he did that, Navaya peeked at him. It was supposed to be a short, unnoticeable glance but she ended up staring long and hard at him. 

Five years. He changed so much in five years and all the moments they spent together lately, proved it even more. Aside from him becoming twice as hot, Navaya still noticed the variations in his present and his past character but couldn't make anything of it. 

Perhaps it was the years and experience that caused it but something was certain, things with him were different now. Johnny back then wouldn't think of holding her against her will. They never argued this much either, mostly because Johnny didn't like quarreling with her or violence for that matter. He only went down the violent path in situations where it was absolutely necessary. If they ever disagreed and fought, he would always let her feel like she won the case at the end. That was the man she fell in love with. The man who broke his back trying to please everyone around him.

The man in front of her wasn't that Johnny but part of her still hoped he was.

" We are here." Johnny's voice broke her trance. She blinked and staved off her gaze from him.

" Oh," She responded and opened her door to flee the car.

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They trotted into the place with johnny walking behind her, surprisingly maintaining a distance of three feet away from her.

A smile graced Navaya's face as they walked, finding Johnny's actions quite amusing. That amusement didn't last long.

They went to the dress section and Johnny went ballistic when Navaya showed him the dresses she picked out, instantly returning them all to their rightful places. Anywhere that wasn't her body.

His reason for doing so; the clothes were too exposing. The damn things were showing parts of her that were only meant for him to see and his actions left Navaya fuming.

" What is wrong with you?" She huffed, storming out of the store and Johnny went after her.

" The dresses back there weren't even pretty." Johnny said, walking behind her as he tried to quench the fire of rage burning her insides.

He wasn't sorry for returning the clothes, it was either that or gorging someone's eye out.

Navaya halted and he did too.

" Not pretty? Those dresses you refused to let me buy were the prettiest things I have ever seen." She argued and Johnny couldn't help disagreeing with her internally as he made a mental list of way prettier things.

Her hair, her skin tone, her eyes, the way she spoke, how cute she sounded when she cursed, her body. Perhaps he should buy her a mirror instead of dresses, that way she too would be able to see the prettiest things.

" I'm sure I can find something much better for you." 

Navaya folded her arms over her chest. " You? You will find me a dress?" She asked skeptically and Johnny ached to break her little three-foot commandment but he forced himself to resist the swirling temptation. It was all for her, to show her that it wasn't too late for them.

After the talk they had at the club, not the fighting, the actual conversation they had, Johnny took some time to reflect on things and his situation with Navaya. He cherished that she opened up a little and told him what was bugging her, the truth from her heart. He didn't want it to stop. He yearned for her to tell him everything just like she used to back then.

And evidently, holding her against her will, just as Navaya preferred to call it, wasn't helping their case much. It was pushing her away. So to ensure success, he introduced a new gameplay.

" Of course and I will pay for it too," Johnny said, his lips slanting into a smile. A naughty one. " Underwear included." 

" What?" Navaya's eyes widened and Johnny responded with a grin before walking past her. He strode towards another store and Navaya scurried after him.

What did he mean by underwear included?

She stepped into the store and slumped on one of the chairs available as she waited for Johnny to return for his little treasure hunt. She waited a while more and Johnny emerged from one of the corners of the place.

Navaya got on her feet as she noticed him approaching her and blinked hard at the things in his hands. On one hand, he held a black dress and on the other, he wielded things that resembled underwear.

Her eyes never left his hands, particularly his right hand that held the suspicious garments and she gasped when she confirmed what it was. Underwear. He bought her underwear.

What the fuck!

She froze in shock as he stood three feet away from her, her gaze still fixed on his hand and he smirked.

" Here." He said, handing over the items, the pair of underwear first then the dress, and Navaya's eyes widened even more.

" What?" She gulped as he handed it to her, darting her gaze from the underwear in her hand to him. 

" I still have to pick out some more so hurry up and try this on. I want to see how good you would look in it." Johnny said and Navaya blinked, her brain still confused trying to process the fact that he bought her underwear.

" You want to see how good I would look in the underwear?" She tilted her head slightly.

" No, in the dress, Navaya." He answered and she faltered before mentally slapping herself across the face for asking that question out loud.

" Oh." She gripped the items tighter, burning with shame as she scampered to the changing room and Johnny watched her until she disappeared into a room before heaving a sigh.

" Yes, Navaya.. A million times, yes."

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