Mr. Handsome A Billionaire Romance(20)
Victor made plans with Jeffrey while I asked Vanessa about the restaurant we were going to. It was a gourmet Michelin Star French restaurant that had impeccable food.
I’d never eaten at a Michelin Star restaurant before and knew it wouldn’t be cheap to eat there. I was having a great time with Jeffrey, but he had really been spoiling me ever since our date the night before.
When we all finished our ice cream, we went our separate ways to get ready for the evening’s plans. Jeffrey and I walked back to his car, but he told his driver to stay put for a moment.
“Do you have anything to wear for tonight?”
I knew I had to dress really nice for the ballet, and with the restaurant we were going to, I was sure one didn’t just show up in jeans. I hesitated for too long, though and before I knew it, Jeffrey was telling the driver to take us to the Fifth Avenue shops.
“Jeffrey, you really don’t have to. You’re spoiling me,” I said in soft admonishment.
Jeffrey looked at me and then gestured to himself.
“Christina, I’m worth four billion dollars. If I want to buy you a dress and some shoes then I will.” He took my hand and then we were off shopping. We went to a few high end stores, like Chanel, Armani, and Gucci. If I stared at something for too long, then Jeffrey got it for me, even if it wasn’t for the purpose of wearing it for that night. I so wasn’t used to that level of extravagance. The most I had splurged was on my iPhone that I didn’t even carry with me.
Once we were back in the car, and the driver had loaded everything in the trunk, I simply shook my head at Jeffrey. “I can’t believe you bought all that.”
Jeffrey looked at me in complete innocence.
“Christina, you have to understand that spending on that little shopping trip for me is like grocery shopping. It barely scratched the surface of my bank account. Plus, I’ve never wanted to spoil anyone before like I want to spoil you. Also, I kind of like picking out and knowing what you’re going to wear.
“Like the panties and bra from last night,” Jeffrey grinned at me and I smacked his chest. I glanced at the driver through the rear view mirror, but he was pretending as if he didn’t have ears.
“I can tell when you’re blushing,” Jeffrey said out of the blue. I turned to him and quirked an eyebrow. I knew for a fact that my skin was too dark for anyone to be able to see that. “You bite your lip whenever you get nervous or embarrassed.” Jeffrey pointed out my nervous habit and I rolled my eyes at him.
“I’ve been doing that a lot lately around you. I wonder why that is?” I said sarcastically.
Jeffrey grinned and pointed at his chest.
“That’s because I’m an awesome guy and you know it,” I giggled as Jeffrey kept on grinning like an idiot, which made my giggle turn into a laugh. The driver didn’t go to my apartment, he drove to the Upper East Side and stopped outside of a townhouse. It looked to be three stories tall and was probably huge inside.
“Is this your house?” I asked and Jeffrey nodded while he pulled me out of the car behind him. The driver brought all of the clothes in after us while Jeffrey gave me a tour of his home.
The inside was beautiful; like something you’d see in a Modern Living magazine, but not too contemporary that the space became cold. Through the front doors was a grand foyer with a curving staircase leading up to a family room with a fantastic view of the well-kept garden below, blooming with all sorts of colorful flowers.
Through the family room was an archway that led to a hall that held the study, a bathroom, and a music room. There was a piano situated in the center of the room and a guitar on its stand next to it.
I knew from our conversations that Jeffrey really did play both instruments. At the end of the hall, there was a spiral staircase that led up to the third floor. There were five sets of double doors surrounding a circular common area that was like another family room. The double doors led into bedrooms, but one led into a library. The room was full of books and cozy places to sit and read. Jeffrey didn’t give me a full tour of the master bedroom because we didn’t have time to be thorough.
We went back down to the first floor where the living room, kitchen, and dining rooms were. Then he showed me to the basement which really couldn’t be called a basement, because it was done beautifully. There was a bar set up and a game room, as well. The perfect man cave, I was sure.
After the tour, Jeffrey and I got ready for the evening. I didn’t really know how I felt about him having a guest room that was basically set up for a woman to stay in. There was girly shampoo and soaps in the bathroom, hair products for women, even brand new underwear in the walk-in closet drawers from La Perla. I gasped at the cost of that underwear.
I sighed and had to remind myself that Jeffrey was a ridiculously handsome billionaire and definitely had a necessity for this room when he was not in a serious relationship.
As I showered and got ready, I wondered if I wanted a serious relationship with him…or if I could even handle one.
I dressed in a long evening gown that clung to my shape and was the color of blush red, which went nicely with my light brown skin. I wore silver high heels and accessories, and did a natural look with my makeup, not too much fuss. My hair was loose, but I pushed it to one side so it wouldn’t be in my face as much. When I stepped out of the room, Jeffrey was waiting for me in the common area. He looked like he was going to another GQ shoot.