"You should prepare everything you need to bring," Vincent gently said, playfully patting Sophia on the head. They were both naked now in bed, but she no longer felt embarrassed like before.
"Alright," She smiled back at him, feeling a sense of comfort and security in his presence. As she got up to start preparing, he watched her with adoration while she entered the bathroom.
SWOOOOSH!
"Let me join you in the bath " He zoomed behind her and kissed her back.
"That tickles me," She giggled and turned around to face him, splashing water in the process. He laughed and pulled her closer, his hands running up and down her back.
"You want to have some fun before we go ?" he asked while he planted a kiss in her lips .
"Yes," she smiled and nodded, feeling the warmth of the water surround them both. They spent the next hour enjoying each other's company, feeling the vigor of their desires and lust.
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"I'm done!"
"That's great. Let's go to Gucci and buy you some new dress," He gently took Sophia's hand in his, their fingers intertwining, as they prepared to step out together.
In the ground floor .
"Master Vincent, will we be using the same cars?" the driver asked, mindful of his tone.
"No need for that. I will drive myself," he replied confidently, his tone indicating that he had a plan in mind.
Hand in hand, the couple gracefully strolled towards the grand garage nestled in the sprawling basement of their magnificent mansion. The soft glow of the chandeliers above illuminated their path, casting a warm ambiance upon the marble floors that led the way. Each step they took resonated with the rhythm of their hearts, their footsteps echoing through the vast expanse.
As the couple neared the garage, the metallic doors glided open effortlessly, revealing an impressive array of gleaming, high-octane vehicles. The scent of supple leather mingled with the faint aroma of gasoline, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.
"Master Vincent," a seasoned man in his 50s approached them with an air of familiarity. He was the trusted house mechanic, responsible for the meticulous care and maintenance of the expensive vehicles housed within the garage. Lines etched on his weathered face spoke of years spent honing his craft.
Despite his humble title as a mechanic, his credentials spoke volumes of his extensive knowledge and experience. Graduated from the renowned Purdue University in West Lafayette with a degree in Mechanical Engineering, he possessed a profound understanding of the intricate workings of the vehicles that graced the mansion's garage.
"I just received a new delivery this afternoon," the mechanic informed, his voice a deep timbre .
Vincent turned his attention to the mechanic, intrigued by the news of a new delivery.
"What did we get this time?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.
The mechanic smiled, revealing a sense of excitement .
"We have a brand new limited edition hyper car. It's a rare gem, a true beauty that just arrived. I thought you might be interested in taking a look."
"Lead the way then," he replied, motioning for the mechanic to guide them towards the new addition.
As they approached the corner of the garage, the mechanic paused, allowing the couple a moment to take in the sight.
"This is the new car?" Sophia exclaimed.
Before them stood a masterpiece of engineering, a culmination of countless hours of design and refinement. Its lines were a harmonious fusion of form and function, reflecting the mechanical engineer's keen eye for both aesthetics and performance.
"It's a limited edition Bentley Bacalar, a symbol of opulence and prestige. Only 12 of these exist in the world, and we managed to secure one for your collection."
"That's sweet, "Vincent circled the car, running his hand gently over its smooth surface, taking in every intricate detail. The golden finish glimmered under the overhead lights, casting an enchanting aura in the surrounding space.
"So beautiful ," Sophia's eyes widened, captivated by the sight of the extraordinary vehicle. She couldn't help but admire its aesthetic beauty, feeling a sense of privilege to witness such extravagance.
With a knowing smile, Vincent turned to her and extended his hand.
"Shall we make an unforgettable entrance?" he asked, his voice filled with a hint of mischief .
"I'm pretty sure you would be unforgettable even if you arrived without a car," Sophia giggled, her words filled with affectionate playfulness. It was as if she wanted to remind her boyfriend that his mere presence was enough to captivate and leave a lasting impression on those around him.
"You're getting good with your words " Vincent teased, as he took her hand. Together, they climbed into the brand new vehicle.
"What a sight " The mechanic's breath hitched in his throat, his eyes widening in awe as he took in the sight of Vincent settled confidently in the driver's seat.
A surge of reverence and admiration coursed through his veins, for Vincent possessed a charisma that transcended the ordinary. With every fiber of his being, he elevated the car's prestige to new heights, as if his very presence made it a one of a kind car.
"We will be heading out now " And so, with a touch of the accelerator and a surge of exhilaration, Vincent, Sophia and the magnificent car roared into the road.
VROOOOOOM!
VROOOOOOM!
VROOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
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After a few exhilarating minutes of driving, the couple's journey brought them to their destination—the prestigious Gucci store at Brookfield Place.
As the car parked to a halt, the surrounding crowd couldn't help but be captivated by the magnificent car that Vincent sported. Whispers of admiration filled the air, and eager onlookers snapped photos, drawn to the allure that radiated from both the car and its occupants.
Anticipating the attention their arrival would garner, Vincent and Sophia had taken precautions, adorning hats and scarves to conceal their identities. It was a small gesture to maintain a semblance of anonymity amidst the sea of curious eyes and camera lenses.
The guards stationed at the entrance of the Gucci store quickly recognized the commotion and acted swiftly. With a firm but polite command, they ushered the crowd away, creating a respectful distance around the couple. The guards understood the significance of their presence and sought to protect their privacy, allowing Vincent and Sophia to navigate the world of luxury undisturbed.
Inside the store, the attentive attendants couldn't help but feel a jolt of excitement as they witnessed the arrival of the couple. Each of them knew that serving this very rich people would be a chance to leave with a substantial commission, a reward for providing the impeccable service that befit their renowned establishment.
Whispers of anticipation rippled through the staff as they discreetly vied for the honor of attending to Vincent and Sophia.
But they were a step too late.
"Welcome to Gucci. My name is Veronica ,the store manager " a beautiful blonde woman greeted, her eyes gleaming with joy She had keen eye to detect wealth and sophistication, and the moment she laid eyes on Vincent, she knew that he exuded an aura of money.
"We're looking for a dress for an upcoming party. Let me see your most expensive collections," Vincent casually stated, his nonchalant demeanor showing the true magnitude of his wealth. Money was now just a piece of paper to him. With this mindset, he decided to inquire about the most extravagant dress the store had to offer, setting the stage for a truly indulgent shopping experience.
Veronica, ever the consummate professional, maintained her composure and answered with grace,
"Certainly, we have a wide selection of exquisite dresses that will undoubtedly capture your attention and you're lovely partner ." She couldn't help but notice Vincent's companion, who looks really adorable. With a subtle pause, she acknowledged Sophia, using the term "lovely partner" to address her, paying homage to their undeniable connection.
Vincent simply nodded in response. Together, they were guided to a private room, reserved exclusively for their personalized shopping experience. It was a testament to the status and exclusivity they commanded within this luxury store.
Inside the private room, the ambiance exuded a modern theme, with minimalist decor and soft lighting creating an atmosphere of refined sophistication. Veronica and her team of skilled attendants stood ready to cater to their every need, their expertise honed to perfection.
With a subtle gesture, Veronica invited the couple to explore the carefully curated selection of dresses that awaited them. Each garment had been chosen with utmost care, representing the epitome of elegance and craftsmanship that Gucci was renowned for.
As they perused the racks, Veronica discreetly observed, her keen eye attuned to their preferences and desires. She understood the significance of this shopping experience, knowing that every detail mattered, from the fabric to the cut, to create a look that would not only impress but also make a statement.
The attendants, well-versed in the art of fashion, respectfully offered guidance, presenting options that would accentuate their individual styles and enhance their natural beauty.
"I think this would be a perfect fit for you," the attendant suggested, delicately presenting the Gucci Sequin Dress Estrella, their pinnacle of opulence.
A glimmer danced in Sophia's eyes as they revealed its remarkable features.
"This exquisite creation is part of our top-of-the-line collection. It shares the same lineage as the dress worn by the illustrious Beyone, but this one boasts an additional touch of luxury. The patterns are embellished with an array of diamonds dust, elevating it to unprecedented levels of extravagance."
The attendant's words hung in the air, the weight of the dress's price tag—$100,000 USD—almost tangible. It was a sum that would make even the wealthiest of billionaires pause for a moment of contemplation. Yet, for Vincent, whose perception of wealth transcended conventional boundaries, the price was but a fleeting consideration .
His eyes lingered on Sophia, who was clearly charmed by its beauty.
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