Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Brooklyn ~7~

"Saturday night. 8:00 pm. Rocky Hills restaurant. Don't keep me waiting. ~C"

Panic.

That's all I felt as I read the simple email over and over again. After doing a rough Google search, I figured out that Rocky Hills was the name of a branch of restaurants and cafés owned by the same, anonymous man.

And that's where I went down a rabbit hole.

Reading articles about the mystery man, watching videos of theories on who he was, looking at CCTV footage of the same man going into the restaurants and cafés but never his face. I read comments from people who claim to have seen him. The only features that were the same on all of them were the long black hair and tattoos.

Saturday was tomorrow. The email was sent yesterday after I got home from the interview. I didn't see it until this evening when I got home from Milo's place. He was getting ready to go out on a date with Ethan and begged me to help him. Then we went down another rabbit hole.

It was almost 10 now, I was sitting on the couch watching Chicago fire when the door opened, and a very disheveled Milo walked into my apartment with a grin.

"Look who it is.. how was it? Come tell me everything." I grin, patting the spot beside me. He hopped onto the couch and looked at me with wild eyes.

"He's freaking amazing." He laughed, combing down his hair. "Before you say anything, no. We just made out a little in his car.." he smiled bashfully, seemingly thinking back on the memory.

"You're not telling the full truth. Tell me!" I laugh, hitting his shoulder playfully. He turned to look at me, grabbing my hands and started shaking with joy. He seemed ready to combust.

"He took me to this club. I can't say much about it because of privacy reasons but, it's intense. It's a BDSM club." He said a little too casually. I noticed his cheeks tint red, making me laugh.

"What?? Did you... enjoy it?" I ask curiously. He side-eyes me and then started giggling. I laughed and shook him.

I've read stuff about BDSM once for a class. The art of giving someone pain and pleasure and more. It had caught my interest one night. I googled it and stayed up all night reading about it. However, when I clicked on pictures... safe to say BDSM didn't interest me anymore.

"You should come, dude. It's damn time I get you out of this hermit hole and out in the world. We're graduating in a few weeks." He said, grinning at me. I sighed softly and shook my head softly.

"Nah, I'm alright. Plus, I don't think that's my sort of thing. Especially since.. you know." I murmur, he scoffed and rolled his eyes at me. I glared at him in response.

"Babe, Joshua was an idiot with a big dick and no clue how to use it. And he was a bastard and son of a whore. It's not your fault he couldn't find the ho-" I cut him off with a fist to his side. Standing from my spot I go to the kitchen and get a glass of water.

"I don't care, Milo. You know how embarrassing that would be? Imagine someone walking up to me and asking me to have sex with them only for me to tell them I'm a virgin and that I have some deep-set sex trauma." I groan, rolling my eyes. I walk back to the living room and cut the TV off. "I'm a virgin at 26 years old. I'm bound to end up like the old cat lady down the hall."

Milo snorted and rolled his eyes. "It doesn't work like that, Brooke. They have these wristbands.. don't ask me what they say 'cause I'm basically blind." He laughed. "Come on.. one night. If you don't like it then I won't bother you with it."

"Fine. But I'm not having sex." I glared at him. He grinned and jumped up, grabbing my shoulders.

"Great! We can go tomorrow night." He smiled. I winced softly and shook my head softly, seeing him deflate a bit.

"I can't... I have to go to a dinner with someone." I mumble, smiling sadly at him. His eyes lit back up, contrary to the reaction I expected.

"A date?" He asked cheekily. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, playfully pushing him off of me.

"No, idiot. It's just a dinner. It's at 8." I tell him. He rolled his eyes and pushed me teasingly.

"Whatever you say. Plus, that gives me time to go buy you lingerie." He sang, walking to his bedroom. It took me a moment to process what he said, when I did, I turned around to protest but he was already gone.

The next morning, I woke up later than I intended to, the clock reading 11:37 am. I sluggishly got out of bed, changing into shorts and a tank top. I ate breakfast before starting to clean the apartment. Milo was out doing God knows what.

It was now 3 in the evening, Milo walked through the doors with bags from all sorts of places. I was wearing a robe whilst drying my hair.

"Look who's finally back. Where'd you go?" I ask curiously. He grinned cheekily and placed the bags on the floor in the living room.

"You're about to model for me, Brooke." He grinned, I looked at him warningly only for him to grin wider. He pulled out a lingerie set and tossed it to me. "Go on. We have a long modeling session."

"Milo I don't know.. We can wait till tomorrow evening to do all of this..." I groan, he rolled his eyes and shooed me away, leaning for back on the couch.

I rolled my eyes and stepped into my bedroom, stripping off my robe and putting on the lingerie. I looked at myself in the mirror, not liking what I saw. It was a light pink set, it was basically just panties and a fancy bra. I walk out awkwardly, my arms crossed over my stomach.

"Well hot damn. You look amazing. But that pink isn't doing its job." Milo said, putting his finger to his lips before telling me to spin. I did so quite awkwardly. "Yeah no, makes you look flat. Try this one."

He hands me another two-piece set, shooing me off. After about 2 hours of trying on different lingerie, modeling them, and then deciding whether they're good or bad, we finally had our piles. There were only three sets in the "Not for the club", another three sets in the "Wear for yourself" pile and the rest were in the "Get laid" pile.

There were many comments from him with every new set that I wore. Things like "Babe, I know for a fact you have an ass. That swallows it." and "You look like you have a BBL. Keep it or I wear it." were a constant thing.

Checking the time, realizing I had an hour and a half to start getting ready. Milo went to the kitchen to make some kind of snack. I went towards the "Wear for yourself" pile and grabbed the lacy light blue set. No one was going to see it except for me. And I had to admit, I felt hot as hell in it.

Taking a warm shower, I wash my hair with the lavender shampoo, letting the suds run down my back. I rinsed it out and added the conditioner, letting it sit while I shaved my legs. After shaving them for most of my life, I managed to be able to get a good shave quickly, running my hands over the smooth skin to feel for any stray hairs.

Satisfied with my work, I rinse my hair and then lather up my body with the floral-scented soap. Making sure to get off all the dirt and sweat. Then I used my body wash for the extra scent. Once I was done, I dried my body, moisturizing it before changing into the underwear. I had no clue what I was going to wear.

I put on my robe and called Milo in to help me. He was the one with a better fashion sense. He walked in with a grin and went to my closet, ruffling through the options. He sighed and groaned, throwing his hands up in defeat.

"Your taste sucks. I'm so glad I'm always 8 steps ahead of you." He said, storming out of the room and returning with another shopping bag, taking out the sleek tan dress. He tossed it at me along with a shoe box, matching heels in the cardboard.

"You're a lifesaver, Milo. Thank you." I kissed his cheek before shooing him out so I could change. Once I was dressed in the form-fitting dress and the matching heels, I put in some gold earrings. Putting a heart-shaped stud in the top one and a long dangly one at the bottom. I paired it with a necklace Milo gave me a while back.

After combing my hair out and styling it somewhat decently, I grabbed my purse and set the GPS on my phone. Bidding Milo goodbye before heading to my doom.