𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 107 | O'Clock

I stared at my nails again and was satisfied, they were almond shaped black nails with each middle finger red.

I carefully I grabbed the dress and slipped it on, trying to be wary of the nails even though they were as hard as rocks.

I decided to free ball it and not put on any underwear, not because I was expecting anything but because the dress wasn't too short. It was mid-thigh, short but not enough to worry about panties.

I had the top of the dress bunched down at my stomach as I slipped on a thin black bra. I didn't care much for undergarments tonight. The consequences will probably come back to bite me in my ass but I'm not worried about it right now.

I went to the mirror to stare at myself, and turned to the side noticing that it was a zip up. Great. Im not fucking flexible. I'll leave it for later to zip up.

I went to the shabby vanity the apartment had already built in and sat down. I'll put my hair up tonight.

I sighed, having instant second thoughts. Is this too much? Especially for a birthday party? Who am I trying to impress?

My face went red at the thought of Aizawa. I groaned and patted the sides of my face, squeezing my eyes shut before opening them and staring into the vanity. I decided I wasn't going to put on makeup, I don't need it to be pretty. It makes me feel like a liar, and I don't like it.

I pulled my hair up just giving it a base as I got to work twirling it and smoothing it while I pulled out what long bangs I did have. Then when I was finished I let my hands lay in my lap as I smiled. I couldn't help the smile, I just felt happy in the thought of a sweet party and looking this nice.

I haven't felt this pretty in a long time.

I stood up and tried to bend over or squat to grab the heels on the ground. The dress was pretty tight, almost suffocating but it had a drift and this loose feeling. Which I then realized was because of the zipper that trailed all the way to the dip up my back just above my ass. I rolled my eyes and didn't bother to think about it as I went to sit in front of the long floor mirror and put the heels on. The heels tied up to mid-calf and I carefully tied with nails not making it that easy.

I sat and stared at myself admiring my appearance. Then I started to think on how I was going to go about zipping up the back of this dress.

I heard a door open and my heart dropped as I realized I forgot to lock my front door. I came in from getting my nails done and locking it was the last of my worries.

I let my eyes dart around for a weapon, till I heard the door close and Aizawa came into view.

My breath was stolen from me and I knew I would never, ever get it back. I didn't even try to fight it as I drank in his appearance instantly becoming drunk.

He wore a black suit, black tie. The suit complemented every muscle, curve, and indention of his body. I let my gaze wander as the suit stuck to his stomach, just barely letting a couple abs be outlined. My gaze strode down and I didn't even try to hide the way my eyes just barely got bigger. The black pants hugged the bulge in his pants. His hands were fitted nicely into his pockets.

I trailed back up to see the pecs of his chest being outlined by the white button up shirt under his coat. The tie was nicely done and I started to stare up his face. His stubble was neatly shaved his lips were curled just barely in an easy grin. I trailed up to see his beautiful nose pointed and his scars showing beautiful on each side of his face. I met his eyes as I could see the eye bags letting on easy to leave a nice touch. His hair was in the hottest man bun I've ever seen, it let little whisks of his black hair stick out here and there while framing some of his face. He looked expensive, I definitely had a lady-boner right now, is it showing?

"Hey, there." He said, and I finally let myself breathe.

"Hi." I croaked out and immediately regretted saying anything.

My face visibly turned a light red and I stared down at the heels I had finished tying.

"Having trouble?" He asked, walking closer from the couch, still at least 8 feet away.

"No." I answered rather quick.

"You sure?" He asked, taking one hand from his pocket and pointing.