𝗜𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ✔ 𝗚𝘅𝗚

15

"i have someone for you to assassinate tonight." the voice said in the speaker.

"im busy."

"3 million."

"hmm," the person thought about the offer. immediately, it was no. nothing or no one was important that what they had to do today, "no."

"since when do you turn down that much money?"

"since now." with that, they hung up, throwing their phone down on the bed.

"i have a dress for you to wear for our day that i've got planned." belle says as she enter the bathroom. she place a black box with a blue bow on the top and i put down the acetone and opened the box.

i open it and take up the dres that is in the box. i gasp.

in my hand lays a black sheer covering and a black one piece without straps. the sheer covering is long sleeved and it has elastic strings at the side to adjust how it fits and i fell in love.

this is art.

along with the dress is a pair of black heels. the heels weren't tall because anabelle know that i cannot walk in heels so we'll.

"you can start getting dressed now, baby." anabelle says and wrap her arms around my waist, "can't wait to see you in that dress."

i smile and she pecks my cheeks, making me blush.

"meet me downstairs within 30 minutes."

anabelle leave the bathroom and i admire the dress for a little more time and then started getting dressed.

☼︎

i went downstairs, my fingertips grazing against the railing. i saw anabelle and her hands were tucked in her pocket as she patiently waited for me.

my eyes widened at her attire.

she's wearing a white dress shirt with the first button open. the collar of the shirt laid underneath the black jacket that covered up the shit. the jacket was opened and it was no longer than the length of her torso. accompanying her top is a black slacks and black shoes.

a silver necklace with am angel pendant laid around her neck and some rings were on her fingers that i could see when she removed her hands from her pocket.

i love it when she wears rings. it's just so hot.

i walked down the last few stairs until i was standing in front of anabelle. she looks me up and down, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth.

"you look ravishing, my love." belle complimented and handed me a red rose. i didn't see her with it.

"you don't look too bad yourself, baby." i took the rose and smelled it, closing my eyes in content.

anabelle placed her arm on my waist and i stepped closer to her, looking up into her brown eyes. her blonde hair was put in two twin braids and it suited her so we'll.

everything fits her to be honest. i won't even lie.

her fingers wrapped around my neck and she tilted my head to the left, her thumb easing from my skin. it rubbed over numerous spots, making me shiver.

"they're dulling." belle says, signalling to the hickeys on my neck.

"no they're not. i just used foundation over them."

my love gave me a disapproving look and i smiled sheepishly.

"i don't like that."

"well im yours and you're mine so no need to get all grumpy on me, miss lindsay."

she smiled at my words and dropped her hand from my neck and led us to the door. on my way, i dropped the rose in one of the vases and then we left the house. anabelle locked up and we walked to her audi a8.

"how many cars do you have?" i gasped, "first the jeep, then the audi r8 now this one." i said in astonishment. anabelle laughed and opened the door for me. i got in, sitting down comfortably and she spoke up before closing the door.

"that's for me to know and for you to find out."

"well im curious so tell me." i said and anabelle paused and smiled at me.

"curiosity kills the cat, sweet girl."

"satisfaction brings it back." i pointed out.

"12." with that, she closed the door and walked over to the driver's side. my jaw dropped as i stared at the closed door.

12 freaking cars?! where does she gets all that money from? i know they're most likely going to be some luxurious cars and shiny babies so i wonder where she gets the money from.

she says it's not her father's money nor her mother's and that it's hers. anabelle told me that she works but didn't say what kind of work, only that i shouldn't worry about it.

if i wasn't curious before, i was sure as hell curious right now.