The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 12 Lady in a black dress

Since the moment I told Mara about the Friday Gala that I have to attend, she's been on my ass like a magnet stuck on a metal. She won't let me eat, sleep, or even shit in peace without bringing up topics about the dress. 

How do I tell her I am going there because of Benedict and not for some date night she managed to climb me on board with? I told her a lot of times I am not interested in going out with someone. How can I when I am suddenly attracted to my ex-husband?

I bite my lip as she knots the third lace of the dress. 

"You're going to kill someone in this dress today. It looks so hot on you, I'd ride you right now had it not been for Klaus and my very approved genitals that likes a dick,"

What does she know I might actually kill someone tonight. I am actually eager to lift my blade and slash it across Benedict's neck. That son of a bitch made a big mistake by showing up but I have all the equipment to make his one mistake his last.

"Did someone tell you you're sickly straight despite the gay talk?" I tell her while powdering my face. 

"Yes."

"Klaus doesn't count."

"I wasn't," she giggles as she stretches a fourth lace and knots them like a flower. "There you go. A black dress, red lipstick, and high heels. Exactly what Wednesday's slutty aunt would wear."

"Language Christ." I nudge her and take a look at myself in the mirror. I did look like a mistress of the dark. Leaving my hair open was a great choice. The wavy locks compliment my lacey dress. 

The V-neckline reaches the middle section of my breasts highlighting the sweet curve, a slit running till my thigh on my toned right leg with a heel as sharp as Lucifer's nails.

I flip my hair back and reapply another layer of the maroonish-red lipstick before turning to Mara. "I know why you chose this dress."

Her innocent eyes betray nothing of the plan that she pulled, "I don't know what you're talking about," she says,

I fold my hands, "Right, and I am wearing the most seductive gown in the evening just like that."

She laughs, "Be glad I didn't choose  yellow,"

When Mara leaves the room to get Klaus, I take this chance of hiding a knife in the leg strap I wore when Mara wasn't looking. I clutch the strap tightly and walked one or two rounds to see its efficiency. 

"Good," I say to my reflection. "Some person you became Liv. The classic image of a person you used to hate." 

My eyes scan me up and down. At one moment, I am happy seeing the badass look of mine, and at another, the other part of me that I have locked somewhere deep inside is pitying what I've become. This isn't the daughter of David Myers anymore. She is a different person who wears black and carries a knife on her body before purses and perfumes. 

With a deep breath, I put a hand on my hips and regained my confidence. I won't let my past belittle my version of being strong and independent. I have to become this because she wasn't what the world needed.

She needed to be strong, cunning, and smart to go against them and right now, I am her. 

Tonight I will make sure of that. 

I paste a tight smile on my face and walked out of the room. 

Klaus and Mara were in the living room talking to someone. It wasn't until I get close to them that I saw my date for tonight sitting lavishly on the couch opposite to them. 

"Hey, Look who's finally ready." Mara gets up and does a once-over of me. "Didn't I tell you black is your color?" she whispers. 

"Yeah, just like how Batman is my soulmate and Gotham is my favorite city,"

"If Batman is into this," her eyes run along my exposed right leg, "Then I don't mind you taking a few rides around Gotham City."

Holy Christ. I got a really dirty-minded friend. I just hope Klaus is okay with their- nope. Nevermind. 

"You look different," Klaus says with an awkward smile, "Different good if I may,"

I nod, "It's okay Klaus. I don't need a compliment from my brother to tell me how hot I look,"

"Thanks, Jesus." He sits back again on the couch giving room for the mystery guy to stand up. The dark blonde guy stands up, a very expensive tux hugging his torse with a black bowtie that nestles in his neck. 

He shrugs his coat and stretches his hand for a shake, "Michael," he says,

I accept his hand, "Liv, nice to meet you."

"Likewise," he smiles. 

"Okay, now I don't know when the Gala starts but I think you two should leave now. You don't want to get caught in New York traffic,"

"Says who? You've only been here for like three days," I say,

She pushes me toward the threshold with Michael, "Sometimes a simple thanks is also enough. Get out now. Let me make love with your brother with Central Park as our background,"

"Oh, my god," I cover my ears and quickly exited the apartment, "I am getting a new room,"