Chapter 39
Make me unforgettable
Meghan’s POV
“This will cost you about ten thousand dollars, ma’am,” she smiled at me
but I didn’t return her smile.
“What do you mean by it will only cost me ten thousand dollars? Do I look cheap to you? Do you have any idea who my fiance is?” I glared and she flinched. She exchanged glances with her cheap designer, unsure of
what to say.
“Ma’am…” the designer timidly stepped forward. “Ten thousand dollars is not cheap for a dress… all our materials are quality and…”
“Quality and it costs only a meagre sum of ten thousand? I am about to attend a very important gala where the rich and powerful, those who control the country’s money, will be thère, and you want me to go in there wearing rags?” I fired and she staggered back in shock.
“But ma’am this is not…”
“You know what? That’s enough!” I sprang to my feet. “I made the mistake. of coming here when there are other bigger and better stores out there. If you don’t mind, I will take my leave now!”
I tried to leave but the manager ran in front of me.
“Please don’t leave yet, ma’am. If you want, we can get another designer…” she pleaded, and I shot her a glare.
“So that what? She will charge me another meager amount of twenty
thousand? Look here, I intend to slay at that gala and I am not going to let you pumpers run it for me!” I spat. With
that, I stormed out of the store.
Stupid peasants! They want to humiliate me before the high class. Idiots!
As I stormed down the street, my heels clicking against the pavement, I dialled Lala. She was my personal assistant and, thankfully, the one person who always knew how to handle these ridiculous situations.
“Lila,” I barked as soon as she picked up. “I need a designer. Someone with real taste. Not those bargain–bin peasants who call themselves Couturiers.‘ I need excellence, understand?”
“Of course, ma’am.” Lila replied in her calm, professional tone. “I already anticipated you might feel that way about Monique’s Boutique. I’ve reached out to Dominique Valen.”
Dominique Valen. Now that was a name that carried weight in the fashion world. His designs graced the bodies of royalty, celebrities, and CEOS. He didn’t make dresses for just anyone.
I smirked. “Good. Tell him I’ll double whatever he’s charging right now. I want the best gown, and I want it custom–made for this gala. No one outshines Meghan Grayson. No one.”
Even though it was a little too early to take up Carter’s family name, I didn’t see anything wrong with it. After all, we were getting married soon.
“I’ll arrange a meeting for tonight,” Lila assured me. “But ma’am, if I may suggest…”
“You may not,” I cut her off. “Just get it done.”
I hung up before she could reply.
That evening, Dominique’s private studio was everything I’d expected. Pristine white walls, racks of shimmering fabrics, and the faint smell of
expensive cologne. Dommique himself was waiting for me, a tall, slender man with a sharp jawline and an even sharper tongue.
He was so fucking hot and it was hard to keep my eyes off him. I have only seen him in magazines, but seeing him in real life, those papers didn’t do justice to his gorgeousness.
“Miss Sterling.” he greeted, his French accent smooth and heart melting. “It is an honour to create for you. I have heard… quite a bit about your standards.”
“Good.” I replied, meeting his gaze with a small seductive smile. “I hope you’re ready to meet them.”
He chuckled softly. “I assure you, I never disappoint. Tell me, what vision do you have for this gown?”
and the
“I want to walk into that room and have every head turn,” I said, my voice pitching as I imagined it. “I want the women to seethe with envy men to forget they’re married. I need power, Dominique. I need untouchable.“.
His eyes glinted with intrigue. “Untouchable, you say? I think I can manage that.”
He gestured for me to sit, pulling out swatches of fabric, golden silks, ruby velvets, and onyx sequins. Each one seemed more luxurious than the last.
This was perfect!!!
As he sketched and discussed designs, I felt my irritation from earlier melting away. This was what I deserved, this level of craftsmanship, this devotion to detail.
And the cherry on top was his delicious body to look at. My baby does crave handsome men, doesn’t she?
By the time we finished. Dominique smiled, a knowing look in his eyes. “Miss Sterling. this gown will not simply make you the belle of the ball. It will make you a goddess.”
The sound of that made my legs clamp together. I wanted this man. I wanted him so badly.
“What about now?” I asked, slyly adjusting my dress to give a teasing view of my cleavage. “You don’t think I look like a goddess?”
Colour slowly crept on his cheeks as he took me. I could see those eyes clouding with lust. Just like I wanted. I was an impossible gem to resist. and Carter was proof of that.
Dominique cleared his throat, his eyes lingering on me longer than they should. “Miss Sterling,” he started, but his voice was quieter now, less sure. “you already have a natural elegance. The gown will only add to your beauty.”
I smiled slowly, leaning forward just a little, letting my neckline catch his attention. “Oh, Dominique,” I said softly, “I don’t need a gown to feel like a goddess. But I wonder, what do you see when you look at me?”
He hesitated, his jaw tightening for a moment before he answered. “I see someone unforgettable,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
I stood and walked around the table, my heels clicking on the floor. His eyes followed me, and I could feel the tension in the room grow. Stopping in front of him, I let him drink in my appearance before speaking.
“Flattery is nice,” I said, looking up at him, my voice soft but daring. “But I don’t need compliments. I need honesty. Do you think I’m unforgettable, Dominique?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice almost trembling. “You are.”
I stepped closer, letting my hand brush lightly against his chest as I
pretended to examine the fabric on the table. His breath caught, and I knew he was losing control.
“You’re talented,” I whispered, looking up at him. “But are you bold, Dominique? Can you create something truly breathtaking? Or are you all talk?”
His eyes darkened, and before I could step away, he grabbed my hand gently. “Ma’am…”
I smiled. “Yes?”
For a moment, he hesitated, as if fighting his own thoughts. Then, with a sudden burst of courage, he pulled me closer, his free hand brushing against my cheek.
“I can’t stop looking at you,” he admitted, his voice raw.
“Then don’t.” I whispered, closing the distance between us.
in a kiss the
He leaned in, and before either of us could think twice, his lips met mine
was hesitant at first but quickly became deeper, filled with the passion he’d been holding back.
When we finally pulled apart, his breathing was uneven, and he stared at me like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.
“This… wasn’t part of the plan,” he said, his voice shaky but filled with desire.
“Plans can change,” I said, smiling as I traced a finger along his jaw. “Now, show me what you can really do, Dominique. Make me unforgettable.”
His eyes burned with lust, and I knew I had him completely.
