Addicted

Chapter 24

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Harley

"Darlin?"

I look up from my magazine. "Yes, Puddin?" He stands up and walks over to me, putting his hands on my shoulders, massaging them gently. I groan softly. His lips twitch into a smile.

"D'you wanna go out tonight? Show yourself off? Cuz I know I  wanna show you off and let the lowlifes at the club see what they cant have. Whaddaya say, Sweets?"

I ponder the thought. Hm. I have been working out, my baby belly's gone, I'm back in shape... "Why not?" I say aloud, getting up. He pushes me back down, though.

"Oh no," he says, grinning. "We can't go until I put a bit of a reminder for everyone that you're mine."

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An hour and a half later, I look at the clock next to our bed. "Shit! Puddin, we're gonna be late!"

He sits up, wearing nothing but boxers. "Honey, there's no such thing as late when you own the damn place. But you are right- it's almost 10. Better get dressed. Wear that skirt I bought you yesterday," he says, getting up and heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

I giggle and skip to the closet, pulling out a black, sequined miniskirt. I put it on, squealing in happiness at the familiar feeling of a bouncy, flowy skirt. I think for a minute, then take it off again, putting on a low-cut bright red leotard with many, many cut-outs that show off my pale white skin.

Then I pull the skirt up again and do my signature makeup: blue liner and lighter shadow on one eye, pink liner and lighter shadow on the other, a teensy bit of black under my eyes, and blood-red matte lips.

I grab my white heels and put them on, along with my Puddin collar, all my ear piercings, and my bracelets. Glancing at myself in the mirror to make sure I look good, smiling when I see the hickeys trailing down my neck.

Puddin walks out of the bathroom, stopping dead when he sees me. A small moan slips out of his mouth. He walks over, stunned silent. His hands trace my curves and he looks from my chest to my waist to my hips and back up again, mouth hanging open. "You look- you look-"

I smirk. "Cat got your tongue, Mister J?" I ask smugly. "It's gonna be the other way around tonight," he mumbles. "You look like a goddess, Sweets. Like Aphrodite herself in human form," he says longingly.

He pulls out a crimson three piece suit, white dress shirt, and a black bow tie from his closet. "Good?" He asks, holding it against himself. I nod happily. "Absolutely perfect, Puddin."

I stare as he puts it on. God. Once we're both ready, he slips his arm around my shoulder and looks at us in the mirror. "Puddin, your tie isn't tied," I say, giggling. I reach over and knot it into a bow, smiling proudly. "Now we're ready."

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Pulling up in his purple Vaydor, I survey the scene. People are still lined up trying to get inside. He opens the door for me and offers his hand, which I take. He walks up to the entrance. People whisper and point.