Inferno desires

7

Fuck, what should I wear?

I know I shouldn't care but I lowkey wanted to stunt, and show him what he can't have. Hehehe I'm so evil!

Maya was out with Gigi so I didn't have to worry about being home at a certain time since she sometimes likes to sleepover at Gigi's house.

I went to my closet and put on a short, tight, black dress with skinny straps that had a noticeable slit in the side. I looked in the mirror and couldn't help but hype myself up.

My makeup was poppin, my hair looked textured and beautiful, and my body was snatched.

"Yuh," I say to myself, doing a small twirl.

I check myself out one more time before hearing the doorbell ring. I quickly put on some black heels and opened the door.

My jaw dropped when I saw Xavier, and his gorgeous grey eyes staring at me. He was wearing a white button up shirt that made his muscles look great. He was also wearing black jeans, and black shoes. His hair was perfectly messy, and his face clean shaven.

"Fuck" was all he said as he looked me up and down.

"You clean up nicely," I say walking past him, and to his car.

"Was that a compliment Nova?" He asks, amused.

I just roll my eyes and walk to the car. I was about to open it, but he placed his hands on the handle first.

"Ladies first," he smiles, teasingly.

"Thanks," I mutter, getting into the seat.

He crossed across his car, and I found myself eyeing him. I quickly looked away when I found him catching me in the act.

"If you want to fuck me, just say that," he smirks, looking down at my lips.

My mouth goes ajar, but is quickly closed by Xavier who takes his finger and places it at the bottom of my chin lifting it up so my mouth closes.

"What did I say about keeping your mouth open like that," he grins, inches away from my lips.

I turn my head in the opposite direction which makes him let out a hoarse laugh before sitting back in his chair.

"Just take me to the damn place already," I mutter, fidgeting with the bottom of my dress.

"So eager to leave. Must have been excited about today, huh mama," he chuckles before turning on the ignition and driving away from my house.

"Yeah, so excited," I say with my least excited voice.

"Oh shut it. I have a feeling you'll actually enjoy our little outing together," he says.

"I doubt it."

"Wanna bet," he says looking at me in a mischievous smile.

"Sure," I say confidently. "What's the bet?"

How enjoyable could he make a dinner at a stupidly fancy restaurant?

"I get to take you on another date if you end up enjoying this one."

I was extremely confident that I was going to hate this 'date' so of course the logical approach was to accept his bet.

"And if I end up hating it?"

"It won't happen mama, because you'll love it," he says assuringly. "You might even say you're having fun."

"Whatever," I scoff.

He chuckles to himself again, and soon after pulls up to a medium sized building.

"A rollerblading rink?!" I ask.