13 Strip

Marilyn’s POV Alejandro donned a white shirt, a pair of blue trousers, and a black suit jacket. He stood by the mirror side and checked himself. When he was satisfied with his look, he turned back to me who was still struggling with finding a decent dress to put on. “You will come with me today and pretend to be my wife, no questions, get dressed,” he had told me and walked away, leaving no room for questions. I shook my head and followed the order. I was ferreting the closet but I didn't like any of the clothes in time, I hadn't checked us until now, a small scowl marred my face as I rummaged through the closet. 'Why would Alejandro get me such indecent clothes?' I hissed inwardly, I was not used to exposing my body, and I won’t start that now. This man! "Haven't you figured out what to wear?" His cold voice propelled quakes to my insides, but I didn't respond to him. I continued the search and got hold of a blue dress that looked longer and covered more parts of me body. I pick