Becoming Submissive (girlxgirl)

Chapter Twenty- Romantic

There was something off about this man and I decided to listen to my gut.

Chapter Twenty- Romantic

Peyton's POV

"Oh, wear that red dress," Amelia stated from across the room as she shoved chips into her mouth. I picked up the dress, looked into the mirror, and held it up to my body so I could see how it would potentially look on me.

Shaking my head, I put the dress back into the closet, earning a groan from Amelia. "I'm going to get some more chips if you need me," she stated as she made her way to the door.

"Wait, what are you going to wear?" I asked, my grasp firm on her arm to keep her from leaving.

"I'll find something. I won't take as long as you, trust me." She went to leave again but I held her back.

"Don't go," I stated before turning back towards my closet and taking out my golden dress. "I'll wear this."

"Okay, okay. I'll start getting dressed then." She put down her now empty bowl onto the dresser before moving to her closet. Five minutes later, she was completely dressed in a different outfit, her body covered in a white shirt, black jeans, and black boots.

"I thought we were dressing nice!"

"These are my nice boots!" she exclaimed as she motioned to her feet. Rolling my eyes, I fixed my dress, hoping it showed off the little curves that I did have. "You look lovely, my dear." Her arms snaked around my waist, pulling me tight against her body as her chin rested on my shoulder. I stared at our reflections, glad to finally see us together.

"You look pretty nice yourself."

"I know." She placed a quick kiss on my cheek before moving towards the door, making sure to grab her empty chip bowl.

"Eat some fruit!" I yelled as she left the room. I rushed back into my closet to pull on some heels but I knew Amelia would still be taller than me no matter what I did.

"No thanks. I prefer to eat unhealthy." Even though she was downstairs and she wasn't yelling, I could still hear her perfectly clear. That was one of the perks of being a werewolf- super hearing.

"Don't eat too many of those chips. We're about to eat dinner." Once downstairs, I grabbed my bag, the bowl of chips in Amelia's hand, and Amelia. She groaned loudly when I took the chips away but she complied nonetheless.

"We'll be back," I told Matthew before I rushed out of the house with Amelia in tow. Once in her truck, I finally had time to take a breath and relax, considering I was rushing downstairs to leave on time. I turned to talk to Amy when I noticed how huge her cheeks were and how she was avoiding my gaze while she was driving. "What's in your mouth? Are those chips?"

She simply shook her head before eating the remaining chips quickly and swallowing. I smiled, adoring how much she acted like a child at times.

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"This place is nice. Thank you for taking me here," I said with a smile before taking a sip of the dark liquid that filled my glass.

"I had to take you out on a proper date," Amelia replied, her fingers pulling at the collar of her shirt. Her idea of a date was having an expensive dinner at an expensive, fancy restaurant. To my surprise, there weren't many people here but it was perfect when spending time with Amelia.

The interior of the building was beautiful as well. It wasn't big but it was decent sized and spacious, the tables evenly spaced out to make room. The waiters were dressed in nice white blouses and black pants, black aprons wrapped around their waist. And the tables were decorated with clean white plates and white flowers sitting in the middle, opposite from the black cloth that covered the table.