Mr Possessive Hunt

12 - The Ball

(Dress above) basically the way this girl looks is how aria looks just with dark hair 💕

"Nick! I'm freaking out, what if he doesn't like my dress? What if I look ugly, what if, oh my god, I need to shave, because we're probably going to have sex tonight, but then I'll have a rash, oh god. I think I'm having a panic att-" Nick finally cut Aria off.

"ENOUGH!" He yelled, "Stop panicking women! You're going to look stunning and fucking flawless that everyone in that ballroom are going to be stunned," He said as he grabbed her face, "And Mason, he's gonna want to fuck you hard," Aria's cheeks turned bright red.

"I don-" Nick slammed is finger of Aria's lips.

"No uh uh uh, no complaining, no talking, just making yourself look pretty,"

With that she walked into her bedroom. His chauffeur was picking her up at seven and she need to get her hair and makeup done.

She quickly jumped in the shower and shaved everywhere while enjoying the hot spray of water going down her body.

She got out of the shower and slipped her nice black panties on. she grabbed her phone and read the time.

3:46pm...

The makeup artist and hair stylist were due over any minute, and she was freaking out. She didn't even know what they were going to do, or if she'd like it.

"Ari! They're here!" Nick yelled from the living room.

"Okay," Aria breathed and walked out of her room. The makeup artist smiled as she walked out.

"Oh darling, you have a beautiful face!" She spoke with a thick spanish accent, it suited her latino looking appearance.

"Let's get started then," The hair stylist smiled.

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Two hours later her hair, makeup and nails were done to perfection. She was only in a towel, ready to slip the dress on.

"All done," The hair stylist; who Aria later learned was named Tara, finished pinning her hair.

"Thank you so much," Aria smiled. She looked into the mirror, admire the loose bun her hair was currently in.

"You ready to put on the dress?" Shantelle asked, popping her head into the room.

"Yeah," She smiled and stood up from her chair, walking into her room.

The dress was laying out on her bed, all black and lacy.

"It's gorgeous," The Make-up Artist Krystal gasped.

Aria took off her robe, grabbed the dress and unzipped it.

"Help me in it," Aria turned to Shantelle, holding the dress over her body.

"Of course," Shantelle gushed and stood in front of her. Aria pulled the dress over her hips and started to pull on the sleeves.

"Zip me up," She said, turning to face the mirror. Shantelle came up behind her zipped up the dress.

Everyone in the room gasped. The dress clung to her every curve, the dress excentuated the dip of her hip, to the widening of her ass.

"You look stunning," Tara gushed, looking her up and down.

Aria smiled and turned around.

"Is it nice?" She asked, stroking her hands down the dress, wiping down imaginary wrinkles.

"Yes, but honey, you can see your underwear," Shantelle commented, stroking her finger over the pantie line.

Aria turned her and saw that her panties were showing underneath the lacy cutouts on the dress.