Reign Santos-Valentino will soon be 21, which means much responsibilities, becoming head of his family's business. His very nonchalant and bad boy character attracts a lot of the girls but he is too much of a player to keep a girl. But as it's his t...
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After a few minutes of practicing with Elle, I gave her some time to herself. I called in a favor to help her get dressed for tonight.
After we practiced, it was a bit awkward but it had to be done. Kissing her I could feel her innocence.
I could see how hesitant she was. I haven't seen that innocence since my first girlfriend which was when I was 13. She was also my first everything so I saw some of her in Elle.
It was weird but definitely a reminder.
I sit down as I hear a knock on my door. "Come in" I say.
The door opens and it's her. She walks in wearing this tight fucking dress and you can see every curve on her body. I don't think this is meet the family material but then again my family isn't a normal family.
I don't want them to think she is some hooker, or some hooker I paid to be my girlfriend.
But then if I have her dress modest, they won't believe it either.
"That dress is something..." I say.
She nods. "Yeah it's alot, I know. I can wear something else".
I stand up and I come to her. "It's fine, it's a lot but it's all about what you want. If you like the dress, wear it. I don't care".
She looks at me and looks away. "Mm ok".
I watch her walk out and I try not to stare at her.
Stop fucking looking, she's just an escort. That is all. I might have to pay Paulina a visit, it has been awhile.
As I check my phone, I see missed calls from my aunts and my mother.
Probably wondering if I have a date.
I message them that I do and they will meet her soon. I put my phone away before I go and get ready for tonight.
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As I stand in this room, I look at myself in the mirror as I see myself in this dress. He said he doesn't care. Part of me is okay with it but the other part of me is bothered that he doesn't care.
