Alyssa POV
The boutique that Xavier took me to is exclusive. As we step inside, a sales assistant immediately makes a beeline for us, her eyes narrowing as she takes in the expensive designer suit that Xavier is wearing, the Rolex watch, and the way he carries himself, even as she wrinkles her nose and looks at me with contempt. I was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt still, both of them his. She gives Xavier a winning smile, thrusting her breasts forward. "Is there anything I can help you with sir?" she purrs.
She's blatantly ignoring my presence. Perhaps she automatically assumes that Xavier and I have come in separately or that no man who looks as handsome as him is going to have anything to do with a woman who is dressed so dowdy.
"My wife needs a whole new wardrobe" Xavier's vo
