I was not a whore
I love the new dress that my Prince bought me for Valentine's. I am going to wear it on our anniversary, but I had to know how much it cost. Since I knew he wouldn’t tell me, I asked my Fran if he knows anything about it. And he told me. He said that my Prince asked him to recommend some expensive dress and jewelry for me. He recommended few models, but my Prince didn't like them, until he saw the ones he bought. It cost him his five full wages. I was shocked hearing that. Dad Boss bought it on his credit card since my Prince still does not possess one (and he still doesn’t want to make one). My Fran also told me about his fight with mom Zdenka and dad Boss who didn’t want to take his money but to buy that dress and jewelry instead of him. My Prince couldn’t accept that. It was a very heated discussion until my Prince told them that if they do not accept his terms (loaning him money, not giving it), he will borrow the money from Antonio. They couldn’t accept that. So, they agreed they will buy it and that my Prince will return the money in portions on monthly bases. When my Fran told me that, I felt ashamed, a great respect and admiration for my Prince. It is true: I like expensive and fancy things, but I never wanted him to do something like that.
Let me tell you something; my ex-boyfriends never bought me a single rose although they knew I was romantic and I loved flowers, but they bought me expensive gifts so they can get me into bed. They rather treated me as a high class whore whose sex services they paid with golden jewelry and expensive dresses, shoes, and stuff instead of money. But I was not a whore. Although I love sex, and I love expensive things, I wanted their affection, gentleness, and respect. I've got none. That’s why I was very unfortunate, often depressed and sad. My Prince bought me that dress and jewelry for different causes and reasons. I am his goddess whom he loves, respect, and adores with all his being. He treated me rightly from the beginning. And I was happy when he gave me a young rose on our first date. Believe me when I say that rose meant to me more than all those fancy things I received from my ex-boyfriends. Now, why am I telling you this? Because I want you to know how much he appreciates, value, and treasure my love for him. I didn’t expect him to buy such an expensive gift for me. I could buy it if i wanted to and I would be completely satisfied with a simple “I love you, Princess” from him, but he wanted to do something special for me. Yes, he belongs to the group of people for whom love has no price and who expect nothing in return. That is perfect love and I am very happy my Ivy and I found it and live according to it now.
Edited by Evaloves4
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