His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

12

The truth was, this dress was tight. And I didn't mean I couldn't fit into it because it was a size too small for me. I meant tight as in, hugging every curve I had.

A steady breath slipped past my parted lips, prompting me to lick them. Immediately, I tasted the coat of lipgloss I had applied earlier. Fruity, I thought.

Casting a glance at myself in the mirror again, I did a slow spin. I looked at my butt, tilting my head to the side. My hair fell down my back in messy curls, and my face was bare excluding the lipgloss coating my lips and the eyeliner underneath my eyes. Alright, so what? I didn't know how to do my makeup. Shoot me.

I'd never seen myself like this. Done up and...pretty. I looked pretty. And I was wearing a dress. It was completely new to and for me, and while my skin danced with discomfort, I didn't hate it. Not completely.

A knock on the bedroom door caused me to turn abruptly, and standing in the doorway was Ronan, the youngest one, if I remembered correctly.

"Hey, do you still have my shirt?" His voice was so low and deep for his age, catching me completely off guard.

"Right." I moved across the room and grabbed his folded shirt and shorts. "Here." I handed them to him, and he nodded and mumbled a half-assed, 'thanks'

I nodded, "No problem."

He was about to leave when he stopped himself, glancing back at me, "You look good. He's going to lose his shit."

"Who?"

"Spade. I've never seen him so fucking irritated before. It's like you get under his skin because you're everything he can't control. And the bastard hates that." He laughed, turning and stalking off before I could even respond. I let his words settle in my head, and a short unhumored laugh spilled out of my mouth.

Huffing out a small breath, I turned and checked my appearance once again in the mirror before I gathered my wits and slowly —but surely— dragged myself down the stairs.

It seemed as though —once again— no one was here. No one had arrived yet, but I knew that Spade was somewhere around.

Indulging in my free roam while I still had it, I moved into the kitchen and leaned against one of the counters, glancing down at my red stilettos. They were cute, ridiculously expensive, but sexy. I looked expensive— classy, even. Classy and I didn't really know eachother, so I suppose it was nice to meet her.

My throat felt tight and I turned around and opened the fridge. My eyes ran over the alcohol he had, mostly beer, but I finally found some vodka. With a satisfied smile on my face, I grabbed the bottle and straightened my spine, placing it on the counter behind me.

I turned and ran my eyes over the kitchen, noticing how modern it was. Dark grey and a lighter shade of white decorated the counter tops, accompanied by a bit of chrome. I opened up the cabinets above the counters, searching for the glasses. After moving some things out of the way, I finally found them, only to have my excitement flare out just as quickly. They were on a higher shelf than I could reach, and I knew I'd have to climb the counters to reach them.