Bound by an arranged marriage,
Rose Francis and Devin Keller are forced to work and live together. She has secretly loved him since she was little but he firmly believes that she hates him just as much he hates her.
At one point everything will c...
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I'm waiting for him to come back for the past thirty minutes and each passing second is making me even more mad at him than I was before.
Where the hell is he?
I pace in the bathroom and wait for him.
He must've left me here to attend the dinner on his own... Asshole.
I take out my phone from my purse and I'm about to call him when I hear a knock on the bathroom door.
I dash towards it and quickly open it. "Where were you?!" I glare up at him.
He hands me a bag. "Change it and come out quickly. They're here."
I look at the bag. "What is this?"
"It's a dress!" He glares down at me, clenching his jaw. "Now, go and change it."
I roll my eyes and close the door. I put the bag on the counter and look inside.
There's a black dress inside, I take it out and look at it. It's strapless with velvet fabric. It's simple but beautiful.
I change into this black dress and it ends on just above my knees. It fits perfectly. How did he get my perfect size?
I turn around to look at my back and the zipper of this dress is open. I move all of my hair around on one side and try to zip it up.
I hear a knock on the door. "Hurry up!" I hear his voice.
"Just a moment." I say and try to pull the zipper up.
The muscles of my arms starts to ache now. I keep trying but I'm unable to pull the zipper upwards.
Suddenly the door opens. "What the hell are you-" He looks at me. My back is completely bare. I feel heat in my cheeks.
"Couldn't you wait a little?" I glare at him despite my heart beating so fast.
I'm still trying to zip it up when he speaks "Why the hell are you taking so long?" He shoots a glare at me.
"If you open your stupid eyes you'll see I'm trying to zip it up!" I snap at him.
He sighs and walks closer to me. He stops just behind me and looks down at the zipper.
I look at him through the mirror as he clenches his jaw and takes the zipper, his hand brushing against my fingers.
The side of my neck and back is all exposed. I feel my cheeks getting flushed and my heart is beating even faster.He looks at me in the mirror and I feel the zipper moving upwards. His whiskey, hazel eyes piercing through mine.
I feel the zipper getting stuck. He looks down at it and tugs at the fabric to move the zipper but it makes me lean back into him. My back is almost pressing against his chest. Almost.
