𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 {𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣}

9~{𝒟ℴ𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒹 𝒰𝓅}

"Life is a party. Dress for it."

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Monday, May 24th,

Morning

~Destiny~

I slowly started to come to my senses and wake up. I opened my eyes and was confused as to why I wasn't in my own room for a moment.

It didn't take long for me to remember the reason. The reason was right under me.

My head was nestled into Michael's neck and my hand was rested on his chest. He had his arm wrapped around my body, all while still being atop the covers.

I knew for a fact we hadn't fallen asleep like that.

I abruptly jumped away from him. My sudden movement made him wake up.

His tired eyes gave me a look of slight annoyance. "What the hell?" He tiredly complained.

"I thought you at least had some respect. I don't know why you thought it was okay to pull me that close." I said.

He sat up with a huff. "I didn't pull you anywhere. I actually pushed you away, but every time I did, you would roll right back over to me."

My face grew hot with embarrassment. I broke eye contact with him and focused on something else in the room.

"Yeah, exactly." He said. He took a deep breath before getting out of bed. "I don't need to be this worked up early in the morning."

He walked over to his dresser and grabbed a white t shirt. He put it on and turned back to me.

"What size are you?" He asked.

I furrowed my brows in response. "Why?"

He rolled his eyes. "Just answer the question."

"A ten." I said.

His eyes traveled over my body. "Yeah, I figured."

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"Shoe size?"

"Uh- eight and a half."

"You need any makeup?" He asked.

"Mascara, lashes, and lip gloss is fine." I answered. "Can I ask why you need to know?

"It has to do with the job." He explained.

My hands started to sweat. "What's the job?"

"I'll get into that later." He said. "I can tell you like to flirt, so you'll enjoy it."

He left me in the room by myself once again.

It had barely been a day, and I was beyond fed up with this asshole. If I was doing a job for him, the least he could do was tell me what I was supposed to be doing. All he did was lock me in this room all day. I had no intentions of spending another night in there.

He told me after he ensured my silence with this job, I could go home. I just had to power through one day.

I walked up to the door and pressed my ear against it to try and listen in on his conversation.

"Go get a few dresses. Size ten." Michael said. "And eight and a half heels."

"Got it. What kind?"

"You know what I like to see on women. Get a few of those."

"Will do."

"Makeup too. She said she needed Lashes, lip gloss, and mascara."