BiteBound *completed*

Chapter 48.5

When it was all finally over, it was exactly 6 pm and I was a new woman.

My brows were fuller, my brown eyes were complimented by the oxblood smokey eye, my lips were defined and doll like from the stark deep red color, and my hair was curled and colored like mulled wine.

While my makeup was a little bit out of my comfort zone for me, I had to admit, I was feeling myself as a new fucking badass. Brave even to go back to the room and face Arthur after that fucking blurt from last night.

I couldn't stop dreading the fact that it came out so easily. Not only was it embarrassing, but pretty rude since he's not like that.

At least, I don't think he is...

I'm hoping that he could forgive me for saying something so stupid like that. Better yet, I'm hoping he won't bring it up.

Once I walk into that room, I don't want him to see me as some childish adult. I am a woman and I want to be his elegant partner.

I insert the card into the reader, twisting the elegant gold handle to let myself into the large hallway.

I noticed while coming in that all the lights were on, my ears even caught the sound of running water shutting off as I kicked off my Birkenstocks.

He's up right on time.

"Is that you Dear?!" He calls out.

"It is!" I call out. "Just got out of the spa!"

"How was it?!"

I approach closer to the bedroom, eager to find him when he wasn't there. The glow coming from the master bathroom pointed right where he currently was. At least now I didn't need to shout anymore.

"Great actually." I kept my tone loud and clear. "Thank you for reserving a spot for me, the massage really helped withsome knots I had."

"You're very welcome, My Dear."

The light switches off, finally entering the bedroom in nothing but black fitted jeans and a surprised look on his face.

Fuck. I press down on my smile, holding my breath to hide the nerves.

"Oh my— Bonnie?" He blinks. "Is that you My Dear?"

I couldn't even give him an answer as my eyes were stuck to his defined torso. I knew he was muscular but damn, was he always that ripped under the shirts he wore?!

"I uh..."

Stop staring you freak!

"Y-Yeah." I blink away, pulling out my phone to keep my eyes away from his abs. "Did I cut my hair too short?"

"Really?" He scoffs, crossing his arms in such a dominant way. "We're just going to pretend like your hair isn't a ravishing color of blood? And, when did you start wearing red lipstick?"

Damn. I bury my face at my phone. I knew they went too heavy on the makeup.

"T-the stylists thought it would look good with my hair." I stammered. "I-I don't usually go for red— I mean, sometimes I do. B-but only if I'm going out— with friends! Or friend! Well, not my friend anymore but—."

"Rosalie." He sounded close.

I felt his finger drag my eyes from my phone, locking them into his own darken gaze.

He's hungry...

"Did I ever tell you that I love it when you're shy?"

The way he tucked a lock of my hair behind my burning ear had my heart pounding. It was all I could hear against the muffled AC.