Dollface

Part 11

The dress was mine after all, the lady who ran the store tried to tell me I couldn't buy it, that it wasn't for sale, Simon ended up throwing cash on the counter and angrily telling her she could keep it and we walked out with the dress.

When we got back home I was greeted by my sister Emily, she was eighteen, three years younger than me. I send her a smile and when I do she rejects any idea of looking happy to see me, she would say I was the favored daughter; the beautiful, the beloved.

I walk around her keeping at least two inches away before going into my room and sitting on my bed. Thankfully Simon was somewhere else, probably working on something with my dad.

I sigh to myself and decide that if I want to look good I should get ready first. I started on my makeup and actually tried to put some effort into it and keep it discreet. I put mascara on my eyelashes and realize I finished much faster than I thought.

I fix my hair, clipping two strands back in the front with crystal bobby pins, a gift from my dad, then I look at the clock, see it was already 6:30 and start to undress.

I was wearing nothing but my bra and underwear when the door swung open, a scream slipping past my lips as my eyes met the same pair of brown eyes that made my heart skip a beat every time I looked in.

I: Get out!

I quickly do my best to cover myself as I feel his eyes burning into me.

I: Hello?!!!

He doesn't even jump out of his tranny, he just licks his lips and walks out, closing the door behind him. I could feel my face heating up with embarrassment, I can't believe that just happened.

Emily walked in seconds later as I was putting the dress on.

E: Why were you screaming?
I: My idiot bodyguard didn't knock.

She snorted and rolled her eyes.

E: He's so attractive, of course you'd get the attractive one. I have Johnny, he's okay I guess but compared to you, phew. He's gorgeous, if I were you I'd throw myself on him.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as I put on some perfume.

I: He's an asshole, he has no emotions.
E: So? He's so hot.
I: He's also six years older than you so watch your mouth. Dad could easily hear you and you'd be dead.
E: But you would, right?

Emily grinned smugly. I part my lips and feel my cheeks flush again.

I: I-I...no. This is way too inappropriate and he is my coworker after all.
E: That makes it ten times hotter!! Isa, you are so stupid!
I: No, I have sense, unlike you.
E: All I'm saying is, do it. It would be a crime to leave him without fucking him.

I giggle.

I: Go back to your room.
E: You look pretty by the way.

Is all she said before she left the room and I looked at myself in the mirror, I can't tell if she meant it or if she just meant that I looked absolutely awful. I then put on a necklace and a pair of earrings when there was a knock on the door.

I: Come in!

Simon enters and I turn to look at him, I thought it would be best to just forget what had happened just moments before.

I: Simon, do I look good?

There was a long pause as his eyes slowly scanned my appearance, taking in every part of me.

S: You look perfect. Now let's go.

He said and led me out of the room as I snorted to myself, we got into a random car in the garage while my father insisted on going into a separate car to discuss some things with a co-worker.

Me and Simon sat in the back, him in the middle, with a privacy window separating us from the driver, on the way there I felt his eyes looking directly in my direction.

I: Please don't stare at me.

He didn't respond. Simon continued to stare, his dark brown eyes boring into my own.

S: Does that make you uncomfortable?

I watch him carefully and shift in my seat.

I: Yes.
S: Don't leave your door unlocked next time.
I: Let's not talk about it.

I blush as a small grin appears on Simon's face.

S: Are you embarrassed that I almost saw you naked?
I: Stop it, Simon.
S: Quite the view.

My eyes widen at his comment.

I: ...stop looking at me!

Simon's hand gripped my chin tightly and pulled my face close to his. I gasped at his sudden movement and felt myself being overwhelmed under his gaze.

S: Hey! What did I say about raising your voice at me?

I try to avoid feeling fear, but the lack of fear made me drop my eyes to his kissable lips. I hated myself for enjoying this.

My body slid closer to his and I see his gaze on the movement.

S: Answer me.

He hissed.

I: You said I should never raise my voice against you.

I put my hands on his shoulders without thinking, it was like an impulse.

S: Isa, what are you doing?
I: Kiss me.

He stared at me with nothing but a bit of surprise as he furrowed his eyebrows.

S: Isabell...

I continued to bring my face closer to his as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

S: No. I can't.
I: Please.

He grabbed my arms.

S: Isabell. Don't be so nosy, you'll kill yourself with so much of it.
I: Simon-
S: I'm not fucking kissing you! I can't and you know it very well.

I knew the more I pushed his buttons the more he would talk to me.

I: Fine, I'll just find someone else who will.

He growled and tightened his grip on my arms.

S: No, damn it, Isabell.
I: Who says that?
S: I am, you will not dance with anyone but me and you will not talk to any other man in there, as far as I'm concerned I'm responsible for you and I say you can't.
I: Then kiss me.

He growled angrily to himself before I felt his soft lips touch mine. It was a hard, quick peck, but it still left me wide-eyed.

Simon said something else before the car came to a stop.

S: I hope you're listening to me, dollface. I won't repeat myself, don't look at any other man for a damn moment. my rules. I'm responsible for you.