Black Widow | Rhea Ripley | Slow-Burn & Spicy

Chapter Sixteen - Fuck Me Eyes

BLACK WIDOW

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Fuck Me Eyes

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I was spending way too long on my hair.

But I wanted to look great. I needed to look great tonight.

But I was running out of time to do that because I was stuck on this stupid fucking hair!

I gave up the attempt at a nice ponytail and pulled my straightener out.

At least I'd already done my makeup and dressed up. Rhea pre warned me she wanted to take me out to somewhere nice, so I chose this beautifully sexy, black and lace two piece set. It had a tight top with long sleeves, a bare middle which showed off my tattoo, then long and flared matching pants. The pattern was a beautiful lace, flowery and only just a little see through. If you were in the right light. I had heels to match. Some simple makeup with intensity on my eyes. Silver jewellery.

Now it was just this stupid fucking hair!

Waiting for the the straightener to heat up impatiently, I stomped my foot like an actual child when Rhea definitely knocked on my front door, ready to go.

Shit.

I put my hair was quickly in a clip and headed to go let her in.

Opening the door I was immediately struck with how beautiful she was.

She had these chunky heels on that made her even taller. This tight black dress with a slit up the thigh, her arms were out and the neckline was a halter cut. It was simple but looked so amazing on her. Her hair softly at her shoulders, and her own makeup was done beautifully. Her lips glossy and eyes a little dark. She accessorised with her regular silver jewellery, but I desperately wanted to be her accessory for the night.

"Wow, aren't we colourful." I joke.

Rhea brought her eyes back up to my face and smiled. "You're so hot."

I felt my cheeks heat. "Thanks." I smile and step aside to welcome her in. "So are you, really."

"Mhm." She walked in and met Titus in the middle of the room, giving my attention. "Are you ready to go?"

"Two minutes, I just have to do my hair." I head past her quickly and unclip my hair. I decide to just be real with her. "It's been pissing me off."

Rhea followed behind me to the bathroom. "I know that feeling." She watched me from the door as I started straightening it. "Here." She moved and softly took the straightener from me, grabbing a strand and gently doing it for me.

"Thank you." I smile hard and thankfully through the mirror. I watched her take her time, making sure she gets every piece straightened perfectly.

I adored this feeling of being looked after like this.

"It's really nice feeling looked after." I admit.

"Yeah?" Rhea whispered, glancing at me through the mirror. "It's nice to have someone you can trust to fall back on when you need it... I mean, I think I know but... Connor didn't look after you?"