Chapter 267: Chapter 267: Fitting Rooms and Secrets
The taxi pulled up to the glittering, glass-fronted facade of L’Aura Haute Couture*. Inside, the store was a masterpiece of minimalist luxury, filled with soft velvet couches, gold accents, and racks of high-end designer garments.
"I really just came to look at the new seasonal arrivals," said Aunt Helen, running a manicured hand over a silk dress as they walked in.
"And I wanted to see if they had those tailored blazers in my size," said Amy, looking around the quiet, exclusive showroom.
"Don’t just look," said Alexander, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he gestured toward the racks. "Go pick out whatever you want and try it on. My treat."
"Are you serious, Alexander?" asked Amy, her eyes lighting up as she grabbed a sleek, low-cut emerald dress. "Then I’m taking advantage of this!"
"You shouldn’t spend so much on us, dear," said Helen, though she was smiling as she picked up a backless, midnight-blue evening gown that clung to her curves.
Within minutes, both women had collected a small armful of clothes and headed toward the back, where the VIP fitting rooms were separated into private, elegant booths. Alexander sat down on a plush leather sofa in the central waiting area, leaning his head back expecting a boring wait.
He was wrong.
A few moments later, the curtain of Helen’s booth parted just an inch. She peeked out, ensuring Amy was inside her own stall across the hall, before making eye contact with Alexander.
"Alexander, come here for a second," whispered Aunt Helen, her voice laced with a subtle, playful nervousness.
Alexander stood up and walked over, slipping past the velvet curtain into her private booth. The moment he stepped inside, his breath caught. Helen was standing in front of the mirror, wearing a sheer, black lace corset that accentuated her mature, hourglass figure and exposed showing a lot of her creamy skin.
"What do you think?" asked Aunt Helen, turning as she leaned against the velvet wall, looking up at him with a sultry, teasing gaze. "Is it too much for an evening out, or just right for... private occasions?"
"It looks incredible on you, Helen," said Alexander, his eyes darkening as his hands found her waist, his thumbs tracing the smooth skin above the lace. "You’re trying to drive me crazy."
"Maybe a little," said Helen, letting out a soft, pleased hum as she leaned into his touch, kissing his cheek quickly. "Now go back outside before Amy sees you. I’m going to try the dress over this."
Alexander stepped out of the booth, adjusting his jacket as he sat back down on the couch. But before he could even catch his breath, a soft hiss came from the booth directly opposite.
"Psst! Alex! Come here right now!" whispered Amy, her head peeking out from her curtain, her cheeks flushed pink.
Alexander smirked, glancing back at Helen’s closed curtain before walking over and sliding into Amy’s booth.
Amy was standing under the warm spotlight, wearing a crimson silk slip dress with a slit that went all the way up to her hip. The fabric was so thin it left nothing to the imagination, tracing the tight, youthful contours of her body.
"Does this color suit me, or does it make me look too desperate?" asked Amy, stepping and wrapping her arms around his neck, her chest pressing against his chest.
"It suits you perfectly" said Alexander, a low rumble in his throat as his hands slid down the smooth silk of her thighs, pulling her closer. "But you’re going to turn every head in the room."
"I only care about turning yours," whispered Amy, giving him a quick, wet kiss on the lips before pushing him back toward the curtain with a playful giggle. "Go, go! Mom is going to come out any second!"
Alexander walked back to the sofa, a roguish grin on his face as he sat down. He had forgotten about the chaos of the afternoon. Caught between the mature, dangerous allure of Helen and the fierce, playful energy of Amy—both oblivious to what he was doing with the other just a few feet away.
After the fitting rooms, both women wandered over to the exclusive lingerie section at the back of the boutique, where the fabrics were minimal and the prices astronomical.
Amy managed to find a moment when Helen was occupied with a silk robe, sliding over to Alexander’s side with a tiny piece of sheer burgundy lace dangling from her finger.
"Look at this one," whispered Amy, her eyes flashing with a playful mischief as she held it up against herself for a second. "I think we should test how it tears open tonight."
"Buy it," said Alexander, his voice a low rumble. "We’ll find out."
Amy giggled, quickly hiding the lace behind her back as Helen turned around, holding a beautifully structured black satin corset set in her hands. She walked past Amy brushing her hip against Alexander’s as she stopped right in front of him.
"The embroidery on this one is exquisite, don’t you think, Alexander?" asked Aunt Helen, her voice innocent on the surface, but her violet eyes locking onto his with a deep, sultry look. "It takes a bit of effort to untie, but I have a feeling the reward is well worth the patience."
"I’ve always been very patient with beautiful things," said Alexander, a confident smirk cutting through his face.
"Good to know," whispered Helen with a faint wink before turning to the personal shopper waiting nearby.
By the time they walked up to the private checkout counter, the velvet trays were loaded with high-end designer gowns, tailored blazers, and delicate silk pieces. The cashier looked at the itemized list, her professional composure cracking slightly as she looked up at Alexander.
"That will be a total of two hundred and forty thousand dollars, sir," said the cashier.
Alexander didn’t even blink. He slid his card across the smooth glass counter. The machine processed the transaction a soft chime confirming the massive deduction from his newly acquired twenty million.
As the store attendants carefully packaged the luxury garments into sleek, oversized matte bags, Helen and Amy each took one of Alexander’s arms, leaning into his shoulders with deep affection. He looked down at them satisfied.
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