Chapter 6 Did You Finally Land Yourself A Sugar Daddy?

Eden's POV

I didn't know what they were planning, but I didn't ask. Because I didn't think knowing more would help me.

I took the clothes and went into the bathroom to change. They were clearly their clothes. After changing, I felt silly. The T-shirt covered my hips, and I had to roll up the pants several times to keep them at my waist.

As soon as Maxim saw me, he burst out laughing. I felt embarrassed, lowered my head, and unconsciously gripped the hem of my shirt.

Adrian scanned me with his cold blue eyes. "Let's go."

I followed their pace.

In the car, I still sat between them, with Maxim's arm around my waist. I was still uncomfortable with such intimate gestures, especially when I saw his hands. I would remember how these hands explored my body at night without my consent. I felt my stomach churning.

Adrian sat quietly beside me, staring out the window. I wanted to avoid Maxim's touch, so I moved a little in Adrian's direction.

I saw his body stiffen slightly, and he glanced at me. His emotionless gaze made me feel a twinge of fear. I sat upright, quietly waiting for the car to reach its destination.

I noticed the car slowing down as it passed a high-end mall. I took a deep breath. What were they going to do?

Adrian seemed to sense my confusion. "You need proper clothing."

Maxim smiled. "Don't worry, little wolf. In a few hours, you'll have the prettiest clothes."

I nodded silently. I didn't care about the style or quality of clothes. Life at the orphanage had taught me not to ask for much; clothes just needed to keep me warm.

I walked between Adrian and Maxim. My loose clothes made me stand out. The security guards were watching me. People were staring. I kept my head down.

Adrian and Maxim entered a store with elegant displays. I quietly followed. I had never been in a store like this before.

Two female sales associates approached us. One blonde sales associate stared at me. Her eyes showed disgust. Maxim noticed her. His body tensed momentarily. I realized they had some history.

"Welcome," the other brunette lady said. She looked me over, then focused on the twins. "What can we do for you?"

Adrian pointed at me. "We need a complete wardrobe for our... mate."

The sales associates exchanged glances.

"Of course," the brunette said. "Follow me to our private showroom."

They led us to a room with chairs and mirrors. An employee brought drinks. "Champagne? Coffee?"

"Coffee," said Adrian.

"Champagne," said Maxim. "Eden, what about you?"

I shook my head. "No, thank you."

The employee left. The sales associates took clothes from the racks. They were friendly to the twins, especially the blonde sales associate. She barely looked at me.

Adrian's phone rang. He looked at it. "Sorry, I have to take this call." He walked out of the private showroom.

Maxim seemed used to this behavior, not even looking up, just continuing to help me pick out clothes.

"Try this," Maxim said. He picked up a blue dress. "And this one. Try this one too!"

He selected more and more clothes. They piled up. I started to worry.

"I don't need—" I began. I felt there were too many clothes, and many were colors and styles I wouldn't wear.

"You do need them. Every woman loves these," Maxim said.

I noticed the blonde sales associate glaring at me, her eyes full of anger. She looked at the clothes in my hands.

Realizing I couldn't refuse, "Alright." I took the clothes and followed the brunette sales associate to the fitting room.

I heard the blonde sales associate scoff, as if disdainful of my behavior. After years of being bullied, I didn't dare respond to such spiteful reactions.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the blonde sales associate walk out, and Maxim seemed to leave too. Remembering their earlier eye contact, I smiled bitterly.

The large private showroom was left with just me and the brunette sales associate.

"This dress costs four figures," she said, holding a blue dress.

Her tone was clear. I didn't belong here. I couldn't afford these clothes. I was just someone being dressed up by rich men. She was right.

"Try it on yourself," she said coldly, handing me the dress.

When I came out after changing, the showroom was empty.

I looked at myself in the mirror wearing the new outfit, feeling out of place.

I felt like a prop. A doll to be displayed.

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence.

"Oh my God, is that really you, Eden?"

I froze. I recognized that voice. Cloe Matthews. My high school nightmare. Memories came flooding back. My wet clothes, the humiliation in the fountain. People's mockery. Camera flashes.

I couldn't breathe. Why would I run into her here? Why couldn't I escape my nightmares even after dropping out?

"I can't believe it's you," Cloe said. She walked in from outside the showroom. "This is a private showroom. Looks like you found yourself a sugar daddy, huh, girl?"

I felt dizzy. I wanted to call for help. I was afraid she would find new ways to torment me. But the female sales associate was gone, and Cloe was blocking the door.

Cloe's voice was loud. It attracted people outside.

"Is everything alright?" The brunette sales associate came in. She saw me with a contemptuous expression. She apparently had no intention of helping me with the problem.

I suppressed my fear, clenched my fists, and said, "I don't want to see you. Please leave."

"How dare you talk to me like that?" Cloe said loudly. "Don't think you can change everything just because you found a Sugar Daddy. You're nothing but a whore who spreads her legs."

Shame flared in my chest. I hated that she labeled me a slut. But now I had indeed fallen to becoming a prostitute. I was bought with money, a reality I was unwilling to admit.

The sales associate watched. Her face was blank. She seemed to be enjoying the show.

"Honey, where are you—" a male voice said. Jake Porter appeared. My nightmare was complete.

"Over here, dear," Cloe called out.

"Oh my God, Eden?" When Jake came in, I accidentally made eye contact with him, as disgusting as ever.

Jake completely ignored Cloe. His gaze was fixated directly on my chest, unabashedly staring at the curves outlined under the blue dress.

"Damn, you...developed really well," Jake licked his lips. "That wet white shirt didn't quite reveal your current...size."

I crossed my arms, trying to shield myself from his gaze. "Back off," I glared at him fiercely.

I wouldn't forget how he humiliated me. In high school, he always tried to block me when I went to the restroom, "accidentally" touching my chest; pretending to help me stretch in gym class while actually groping me; and even spreading rumors after the fountain incident, claiming he did something to me in the storage room.

Jake approached. "Don't be shy. Come work for me. I'll pay you more than your old man." His gaze shifted from my chest to my waist, then my thighs, assessing me like a commodity.

I tried to step back, but I was already cornered against the wall.

Cloe's expression went from smug to shocked, then to furious.

"Home-wrecking bitch!" Cloe shouted. "You dare to seduce my boyfriend!"

She raised her handbag. "Trash will always be trash. Your parents abandoned you because they knew you would be a worthless slut!"

I had nowhere to hide. I closed my eyes, waiting for the blow.

"Get. Away. From. Her." A deep, threatening growl cut through the air.