I had a big gigantic smile on my face as I was getting hair and makeup done for the ball.
"Ugh babes you look gorgeous!" My makeup artist stated as she turns the chair around forme too look in the vanity mirror.
My eyes filled with excitement and my face filled with blush and my smile was wider then ever at the view.
My makeup was beautiful then ever, my eyes filled with a light gold eyeshadow and a hint of white highlighter of the corner of my eye that was mixed with the gold.
My lips was colored with a lightish pink and brown that was also topped with sparkly gloss? I guess you can say.
But I looked beautiful!
My hair was straightened and I have a side part and my hair was curled at the end.
Me and Vincent decided to do grey or maybe silver I would say for the color of what we're gonna wear.
My stylist was done with my hair for the final last curl and smiled at me as I did the same and said thank you.
My heels and dress was waiting for me on the bed, the workers left the room to give me privacy as I was getting out my robe.
I slid my robe off and grabbed the dress carefully the silver gown on.
It had 'V' neck and it did not have a slit for my thigh. The texture of the dress was silk.
I decided not to go with a big puffy dress as I might be uncomfortable to walk in.
I did not put my heels on yet, instead I sat on the bed since it was still kinda early.
I was scrolling through my phone in my own mind hit that was cut short as the door was opened revealing Vincent.
Damn.
He was in a suit that fitted his muscles perfectly.
I want him to take his belt off and tie me off with it as-
Again my thought was cut off as Vincent was snapping his finger in my face bringing me out of my daydream sexual fantasies of him and his belt.
I cleared my throat and looked at him confused, "Im sorry-" again I looked down at him. I licked my lips and formed a bubble in my mouth and letted it out and looked back up at him.
"I'm sorry, what we're you saying?" I asked shaking my head as he sighed heavily at me.
"I said why you don't have your heels on? But you didn't hear me, instead you was too busy drooling at me-" He paused and got on his knees as I rolled my eyes at him.
He rubbed his thumb on the side of my mouth which was a little bit just tiny bit of drool. "You see? Look." He said looking up at as I bit the inside of my cheeks frustratingly.
"Shut up." I mumbled as he smirked.
He grabbed my heels making me confused as he grabbed my ankle placing my heels on my feet and strapping them.
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SECRETS
Romance"I want your lips against mine Izabella." se·cret /ˈsēkrit/ noun plural noun: secrets something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others. When a married man feel sexually attracted to his assistant, he's has nothing else better t...