𝐌𝐢 𝐃𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐚

𝟐𝟑

"Have I told you that I love you, but I'm jealous of you?"

I look up in the mirror to see James standing behind me, fixing my hair that splays effortlessly down my back. I meant it when I said we're having some kind of fun before jumping the gun and heading back into work. We need this night of distraction, otherwise our heads will unfortunately mess with our work.

The Caddel business didn't rise just to fall because of two men. That part of my life should be kept separate, even if the man that I speak of is becoming my every thought.

"Have I told you that you have such a handsome face?" I respond, while putting in a pair of gold hoop earrings.

"You have, but it doesn't hurt to hear it again."

James sends a smug smile my way through the mirror, confidence oozing out of him like it's been there since birth. Knowing James, it probably has been.

We've been accepted into a private club, that has more attention than you'd think. People hear the word private and automatically assume that it's boring, with rich snobs inside. I can account for a few rich snobs, but it's never boring. This club in particular features themes every weekend; James and I happened to catch it.

The one tonight is: Rich and sexy in leather.

James was on it faster than lighting, which did surprise me. He's the definition of vanilla, and tonight's theme seems like anything but. You can wear masks if you choose to, and he secured them in an hour flat. They're black in color, his plain, while mine sparkles in the light from glitter. I decided to wear mine, which means light makeup.

The mask itself ties in well with my vice corset mini dress, made in sleek leather. It hugs every inch of me well, supporting my curves in a way that I love. It stops mid-thigh, exposing my legs that run down into my new heels. They give me an extra two inches in hight, while complimenting my gold ankle bracelets.

James decided on black leather pants that hugs his muscled legs well, with a plain back button up. A silver chain hung from his neck, matching his Rolex and chained bracelet. His shoes are sleek and leather, shining almost as brightly as his jewelry. He looks good.

"Am I the chauffeur for tonight?" James asks, playing with the strings of our masks.

"Would I be asking for too much if I said yes?" I ask back, meeting his eyes once again in the mirror.

He shakes his head in response before stepping away. I assume to find the set of keys for the three cars that I do have here. I managed to get them here in time also. Gives us choices. The theme is rich and sexy after all. I have no problem playing the part.

I touch up my lipstick, and slip my purse over my shoulder. I grab James and mine phones before meeting him down in the front where the cars sat. James meets me by the door, with a set of keys in his hand and his arm out. I hook my arm with his, letting him lead me to the black car that held durable leather seats. It's also spacious, and fast. At least that's what I've been told.