The Bunny Outfit Wasn't Meant for Me

The first time my wealthy boyfriend, Carter, came to meet my mother, Eleanor, he brought a signature orange Herms gift box.

Eleanor's eyes lit up. She couldn't stop showering him with praises.

But after Carter left, we opened the box. Inside, there was no luxury bagjust a skimpy, three-piece bunny maid outfit.

Eleanor's face flushed with anger. "If you two want to play bedroom games, why on earth did you involve me?!"

My face burned bright red. I couldn't understand why Carter would pull a stunt like this. If he wanted to play dress-up, why didn't he keep it at his place? Why did he have to show it to my mother?

Just as I pulled out my phone to demand an explanation, a text from Carter popped up:

"How is it, babe? Does your mom love the limited-edition bag I got her?"

Reading his text, the words of anger died in my throat.

I lifted the lace outfit and measured it against my body. That was when I realized the bust size was at least a D-cupway larger than my own.

Looking at my furious mother, I took a deep breath.

"Eleanor, don't be mad. This outfit wasn't meant for me."

I took a deep breath and stuffed the scandalously skimpy bunny suit back into the box.

Eleanor's face was still bright red, her chest heaving with anger.

"Not for you? Then why the hell did he bring this trash into my house? Does he think I'm some senile old fool, or does he just think our family is easy to walk over?"

Eleanor is a retired elementary school principal. She had lived a dignified life. She had never faced such an insulting situation.

On his very first official visit, my boyfriend had gifted her a sex toy of an outfit.

If word got out, our reputation in this quiet suburban town would be completely ruined. It would be total social suicide.

"Maybe... maybe he just grabbed the wrong box," I forced a smile, trying to calm her down.

"You know how Carter is. He's careless. He's a rich guy with too many friends. Maybe one of his buddies left it in his car."

Even as I said it, my knuckles turned white clutching the edge of the box.

Grabbed the wrong box?

The Herms box was wrapped so perfectly.

If it wasn't prepared on purpose, how could he accidentally bring this specific box into our house?

My phone screen lit up again. Another text from Carter.

"Babe, why aren't you replying? Is your mom too thrilled to speak to me?"

He attached a cute "begging for praise" meme.

Looking at that stupid emoji, my stomach churned with disgust.

Too thrilled?

Eleanor wants to take a broom and beat you out of the neighborhood right now.

I grabbed my phone and walked out onto the balcony. "Let me call him. I'll make him apologize."

I slid the glass door shut, blocking out my mother's angry sighs.

I didn't text him back. Instead, I called Carter directly.

It rang once before he picked up. The background noise was deafening. It sounded like some high-end club, with girls giggling in the background.

"Hey, babe!" Carter's voice sounded smug and distracted. "So, what's the verdict? That bag is a limited-edition piece I had to pull serious strings to get. Your mom is going to look so classy carrying it..."

"Carter," I interrupted him, my voice freezing cold. "Who was the gift in that box actually meant for?"

There was a sudden pause on the other end. The giggling in the background grew faint. He must have walked to a quieter hallway.

"What do you mean? It was for your mom, of course!"

I stared down at the dry, winter lawn of our neighborhood, a mocking smile on my face. I decided to drop the bomb.

"Do you know what was actually inside that Herms box, Carter? It wasn't a purse. It was a lace bunny-girl outfit with a crotchless thong. And the top size is a 36D."

Silence. Dead, suffocating silence for a solid five seconds.

"Fuck!" Carter cursed loudly. "Oh shit. I grabbed the wrong one! Babe, listen to me! I swear it's a massive misunderstanding! I went shopping with Mason this afternoon. You know Masonhe's a total frat boy. He wanted to buy this kinky stuff for his new girlfriend. I bought the bag, he bought the outfit. The two boxes looked exactly the same. Same size, same orange color. I was just so excited to see you that when I got out of the car, I grabbed the wrong box!"

Honestly, the logic was perfect. It sounded completely believable.

I kept my voice calm, pretending to buy it. "Really? Yeah, Mason has always been a bit wild."

Sensing I was softening, Carter immediately jumped on it. "Exactly! That guy has nothing but dirt in his brain! He made me look like a total creep in front of your mom!"

He promised over the phone, "Don't worry, babe. I'm calling Mason right now to scream at him. Tomorrow morning, I'll come over to apologize to your mom in person. The real bag is still with Mason. I'll go get it. To show how sorry I am, I'll buy another one! Two Herms bags for your mom to make up for this mess, okay?"

Two Herms bags. What a generous move.

If this were before, or if I were any other naive girl, I might have been blinded by his wealth. I might have even thought it was sweet how responsible my boyfriend was when he made a mistake.

But right now, the only thing in my mind was that 36D bunny suit. If he really grabbed the wrong box, why was the lingerie packed so beautifully inside a real Herms box? Even if Mason bought it, what kind of guy puts cheap lingerie into a multi-thousand-dollar luxury purse box to take home?

Unless... this was done on purpose. Or, Carter had prepared two gifts from the start. One for his "36D" side chick. And one for his official girlfriend's mother. And in his rushor perhaps right after climbing out of that 36D chick's bedhe got confused and mixed them up.

"Carter," I said, my voice sweet and playful. "Mason is really living the life, isn't he? I didn't know he and his girl were so... adventurous."

"Oh, totally. He's a wild animal," Carter chuckled over the phone, trying to play along.

"His girlfriend, Scarlett, right?" I casually threw out the bait. "When we had dinner last time, she seemed so quiet and shy. I didn't expect her to be so... wild behind closed doors."

On the other end of the line, Carter's breathing hitched for a split second. But he recovered quickly, his tone becoming even more confident.

"Ah, babe, you don't know her. Scarlett is only quiet in public. When she's alone with Mason... well, you get it. It's just their little bedroom game. Anyway, babe, I gotta go. I need to find Mason and swap the boxes. Apologize to your mom for me! I'll see you tomorrow!"

He hung up quickly, as if afraid I'd ask more questions. The smile on my face instantly vanished.

Men lie. It's in their DNA.

I opened Instagram, my fingers trembling as I scrolled through my chats until I found Scarlett's profile.

Six months ago, Carter, Mason, Scarlett, and I had double-dated. That was the first time Carter introduced me to his wealthy social circle. During dinner, Mason was incredibly attentive to Scarlett, and Scarlett looked at him with pure adoration. I could tell she genuinely loved him. Because she was sweet, I added her on Instagram.

I clicked on Scarlett's profile. I scrolled down to a post from three months ago. The photo was a torn picture of her and Mason, with clothes scattered all over the floor. The caption was sharp and final:

"Trash belongs in the trash can. If you can't keep it in your pants, get the hell out of my life. Three years wasted on a dog. Mason, I hope you rot."

Mason had left a comment below, which was deleted later, but I remembered it clearly:

"Whatever. Stop acting like a saint."

Three months ago. They had broken up three months ago. And it was a toxic, ugly breakup. They blocked each other on everything.

So, who was the "lingerie for Mason's girlfriend" really for? A ghost? Or was it just a convenient cover story Carter made up to hide his cheating?

More importantly, Carter had agreed without hesitation when I mentioned Scarlett's name. It was obvious. He was lying. He was using a dead relationship to cover up the real owner of that bunny suit.

The image of the 36D outfit flashed in my mind again. 36D. A very specific, very voluptuous body type. So, Carter had a curvy woman hidden in his life. A woman I didn't know about.

"Chloe? What's going on?" Eleanor pushed open the balcony door, looking at me with worry. "What did Carter say? Was it really a mistake?"

Looking at my mother's silver hair and her anxious eyes, the anger in my chest turned into cold determination. I turned around, hugged her arm, and smiled brightly.

"Yes, it was just a stupid mistake. Carter bought it for his buddy Mason. Mason's girl... well, young couples these days play some weird games. Carter was just stupid enough to let his friend put his stuff in his car."

Eleanor let out a long breath, patting her chest. "I knew it! Carter is a good boy. He wouldn't do something so disrespectful. You scared me! But that Mason guy is a bad influence. Tell Carter to stay away from him!"

"I will," I nodded obediently, guiding her back to the living room. "Carter said he's bringing you two new bags tomorrow to make it up to you."

"Oh, he doesn't need to do that. As long as it was a misunderstanding..." Eleanor smiled, her anger completely gone.

I helped my mother get ready for bed. When I returned to the living room, I stared at the orange Herms box on the coffee table. Inside, the bunny suit was lying quiet. But my heart felt heavy and cold.

Carter, if you want to play games, let's play. But if you think two bags are going to buy your way out of this? In your dreams.

To find out who the other woman was, I spent the night digging through Instagram. I searched through local socialite pages and party tags. A friend of mine who works in PR had told me about these accountsthey were filled with local gold-diggers and trust-fund babies.

I typed in the name of the exclusive club Carter frequented, adding the keyword "bunny."

The search loaded. A post from ten minutes ago popped up. The username was "Sweet_Mia."

The photo was a selfie taken in a dimly lit VIP lounge. The girl had a face clearly modified by plastic surgery, with an incredibly prominent chest. In her hand, she was holding an orange Herms box. The exact box Carter claimed to have "mistaken."

Her caption read:

"Dumb hubby meant to give me the roleplay bunny outfit but accidentally gave his 'old lady' the bag instead! This color is so grandma, who wants a grocery bag anyway! "

And there was a pinned comment below her post:

"But hubby said the outfit was custom-made for my size, and no one else could pull it off~ He promised to get me two limited-edition bags tomorrow to make it up to me! "

I let out a cold laugh. My fingers froze above the screen.

36D. Old lady. Grocery bag.

Good. Very good.

I zoomed in on the photo, looking at the bag in the girl's hand. It was a limited-edition gold Birkin. You had to spend six figures at the store just to get on the waiting list for that bag. But in Mia's mouth, it was just a "grocery bag."

Meanwhile, my mother, who had worked hard her entire life, was so touched by a gift from her future son-in-law that she didn't know what to do. Yet, she had almost become the laughing stock of this cheating couple's bedroom roleplay.

I took screenshots, saved them, and threw my phone face-down on the table. I didn't sleep a wink that night.

The next morning, the doorbell rang early.

Carter stood at the door, sweating, holding two brand-new Herms shopping bags. Before he even walked in, his voice was filled with deep regret.

"Eleanor! Chloe! I am so incredibly sorry!"

Eleanor was in the kitchen making breakfast. Hearing his voice, she wiped her hands and came out.

Suddenly, with a loud thud, Carter dropped to one knee right in the foyer. Both Eleanor and I were stunned.

"Eleanor, it's all my fault!" Carter held up the shopping bags, looking completely devastated. "Yesterday, my brain was completely fried. I shouldn't have hung out with Mason. He made me look like an absolute fool in front of you. I am so sorry! I literally begged the store manager to get these two bags overnight. Please accept them! If you don't forgive me, I won't get up!"

What an Oscar-worthy performance.

Eleanor had never seen a rich young man behave like this. Her anger vanished instantly, and she rushed forward to help him up.

"Oh, sweetie, what are you doing? Get up!" She looked at the luxury bags with guilt. "You didn't have to buy such expensive things. It's too much..."

Carter stood up, a humble, pleasing smile on his face. He even found a moment to wink at me secretly.

"As long as you're happy, Eleanor, it's worth every penny! I already screamed at Mason!"

"Good, good," Eleanor smiled warmly, completely satisfied with his attitude.

I stood by the side, watching the show in silence.

Carter put the bags on the coffee table, wrapped his arm around my waist, and whispered in a low, suggestive voice:

"Are we good now, babe? I told you it was just a misunderstanding. I spent almost all my savings to get these bags. You better reward me tonight..."

His hand began to slide down my waist. Suppressing the urge to vomit, I smiled playfully.

"Really? Your buddy Mason must be so upset then."

Carter didn't blink. "Oh, absolutely! Scarlett screamed at him all night. He's probably crying in a corner right now."

"Oh?" I wiggled out of his grip, walked over to the coffee table, and picked up the bunny outfit that was still sitting there. I shook it in front of him.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, we should return this to its rightful owner."

Carter's eyes flickered with panic. He reached out to grab it. "Right, right! I'll take it back to Mason so it doesn't bother you."

I twisted my wrist, dodging his hand. "No way," I smiled gently. "This is such a private item. We should return it in person to show how sincere we are."