I thought I would see Julian every day for breakfast, or at least lunch, but I couldn't have been more wrong. He was nowhere to be found for the next two weeks that I was there, and I was going crazy.
There was nothing to do in the mansion except explore, take pictures within the garden, and attempt to play tennis—something I didn't know how to do. I went to great lengths trying to contact my fake friends back home to get to the bottom of the scandal, but none of them were responding to my threatening messages.
I had to let the issue go for a while.
I was starting school in two days, and I decided I needed a new closet if I was going to make sure I didn't freeze to death. The place was very cold, and I wasn't sure I would be able to dress in my normal attire.
I only had short skirts, crop tops, and very short dresses. Nothing was suited for the cold weather. Shopping would take my mind off everything.
I wore black leggings paired with a black shirt, a long trench coat, and four-inch boots that reached just below my knee. Although leggings were basic, the accessories on top made them look amazing.
I tied my blonde hair in a low bun and accessorized with gold jewellery so I wouldn't look like I was going to a funeral. I chose a small Hermes purse to carry when I went downstairs and called for Eddie.
"I want to go shopping. Maybe you can tell Julian."
I didn't want to call him. I was prideful and a little embarrassed to talk to him. I had been thinking about him since we interacted for the first time. That deep British voice, his eyes, and everything he said to me.
I was ashamed to even say I had images of him spanking me, and it turned me on instead of turning me off. I knew I had to stay away from him no matter what. He was off-limits.
"You should call him yourself. I am forbidden from delivering your messages to him. He said if you wanted to talk to him, you were going to have to do it yourself."
"Get me the driver then because I am not talking to him."
"I can't let you leave unless you talk to him."
Was I in fucking prison? I was going to show Julian that he couldn't control me. I would do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. But to leave the house, I needed to talk to him first. I mustered up the courage and dialled his number.
"Kennedy," Came his deep velvet voice, thick with his British accent. I was ashamed to say it brought pulses of a feeling I wasn't supposed to have in places I couldn't name out loud.
"I want to go shopping, and Edward insists I call you."
I expected him to have a bunch of rules to dictate my experience, but he didn't. He just hummed in agreement and cut the call before I could even say anything else.
I huffed and went outside, where a Rolls-Royce was waiting. There was another SUV behind the Rolls-Royce that had four men in it. They were supposed to be protection since Julian was an influential person with lots of enemies.
I was already used to bodyguards, so it didn't really bother me like that.
Jonathan was my driver, whom I instructed to take me to a store I had seen online. It seemed to have the latest fashion, jewellery, and shoes. London was beautiful, but it was quite a distance from Julian's Estate.
I enjoyed the ride because I got to listen to music and watch all the trees pass before my eyes. The view was fantastic.
"I want two bodyguards posted outside while I go shopping. I will not have anyone looming over me while I pick out my underwear," I said to all the men when we all stepped out of the cars.
Some of them blushed in embarrassment at my crude words, but the rest were not fazed by my language.
"We are not here to check out your underwear, ma'am," one of them said. "I'm Chris, your main bodyguard."
I rolled my eyes.
"This is not up for discussion, and I don't remember asking you for your name. I can't remember the names of all the unnecessary staff my step-daddy hires for me, so do as I say and don't speak to me unless I allow you to."
I walked inside, and none of them followed me. I picked out cute fur coats, boots, sweaters that I could pair with clothes I already had, and other items. When I was satisfied with all the clothes I had picked out, I went to check out.
Through the glass walls, I gestured for Chris to come inside and carry all my bags. I had already spent two hundred thousand Euros, but I didn't care. If Julian had a problem, he should never have given me a card with no limit.
Chris was strong, and he was hot, so it was a sight to watch him carry all the bags to the car. As we were about to leave, I smiled, looking at my main bodyguard.
"Why don't you drive me everywhere?" I said with a smile. "Jonathan can ride in the other car."
Chris nodded once and opened the door for me. I got in and told him our next destination. I needed to get jewellery. Every woman loved jewellery, so I made sure I went all out on it. I purchased tennis bracelets and necklaces, bracelets and rings with diamonds on them, earrings and necklaces with princess cut diamonds, and other impressive and rare pieces.
I shopped at Graff, Tiffany & Co., Harry Winston, and Boodles. I chose the best for last, which was Cartier. I got hearts in my eyes just looking at the store. I made my way inside and stared at all the impressive pieces.
I was staring at a watch when someone spoke to me.
"Do you like it?" He asked.
I didn't bother looking at him because I was not interested. Boys were trouble, and they were the reason I was in London instead of LA in the first place.
"That's none of your business," I said as I set my sights on another watch that I liked. I was still deciding whether I would take it all when I heard the man say, "Get this gorgeous girl anything she looks at. It's on me."
That got my attention, and I looked up to see who had apparently taken a liking to me.
Oh. My. God.
He had the looks of a model. Sharp jaw, long dark hair, blue eyes, pink full lips, and a smile that could charm anyone. He had a deep dimple on both sides of his face that made him look even more handsome.
He had a lean but muscular figure that indicated he worked out. He was taller than me, and he was dressed in dark clothes, consisting of a black shirt, dark slacks, and equally dark shoes.
He had a piercing in each of his ears, but he had no tattoos.
"You don't take no for an answer, do you?" I asked, ignoring the fluttering of butterflies in my stomach when he looked at me with approval in his gaze.
"Not when it comes from the most stunning girl I have ever laid my eyes on."
Oh, that British accent.