A Night To Taste

Chapter 27: Katerine

I am waiting anxiously for the parcel.

Dammit. They said it would be at my place by ten. It is already ten- okay. There are still five minutes left. Can't they just drop it a few minutes earlier. I mean it wouldn't do them any harm if they just finish their work earlier. But still, can't they be here this time. I am waiting for my dress.

Well, it took me a lot of time to decide whether to accept it or not. The last time I did- Whoa! It gives me chills just to think about that man. But I counted on my fingers about how many men I may have feelings for. 1- That guy from ten years ago. 2- That man from club. 3- The mystery man aka Monrov. 4- That asshole I don't want to talk about. I felt like- am I cheating if I go to the club?

Like, who is there to cheat after all. I am not in a relationship to any of them. So I am freee! That's how I decided to go and have my dose of fun. Why should I stop when I have no boundaries right now. I mean, I don't have strict parent who likes to take control of my life and decide everything for me as if I am a two year old kid. I don't have any expectations from anyone and don't get burdened from them. I am a free spirit. Yayyy!

Okay. That one was too lame. But I am not bounded to take up any career which I don't want to. That is why I decided that I would just work part time till I get married to someone socially acceptable. By acceptable, I mean someone with a decent job and with some normal brain. Not someone who is secretly a psychopath and loves to kill people- what if it includes me? Plus he should have an aura of "Thank you, you're welcome," and not of "You look at me wrong. I'll do you wrong." I am genuinely concerned about my marriage because Dad tells me to marry whoever I want and I have dangerous obsession for dangerous men. Including that psychopath one. I know, I'm fucked up. No need to judge me.

The doorbell rings and I check the time. Exact at ten. WOW. The club got some fucking good timing. I open the door and find a parcel waiting for me at the doorstep. I peek around the corners and find no one. Why does this club hides so much? I didn't even pay- oh. He paid it for me. Nice.

I take the parcel and rush to the mirror. Goddammit. This is too big and heavy for just a piece of fabric. Old habit of retailers packing everything small in a very huge box. But who cares as long as I get what I am waiting for. My heart beats so fast I am afraid it will pop out of my chest. Oh my god, I am so exited!

I close the windows and draw the curtain. Hope no one sees me. Once I am done checking about my security and privacy, I strip myself. I stand in front of mirror in all nothing but my usual sports bra and lacy panties. My favorite pair. An image hits me out of nowhere.

Me lying on the bed. Taking off my clothes. Spreading my legs seductively. And someone-

What the heck?! This shit is disturbing. Where did that thought come from. Was is even a thought or something else? Could be anything? I don't care as long as it doesn't have any dangerous consequences. And seriously. What could be the consequence of just an image. Wait a second. It could be the dream I had. In which I got his name. Surname, whatever.

I ignore all the possible explanations going on in my head and open the parcel to find some beautiful silk fabric inside. Oh My dear GOD.

I pick the dress and pull it over my body for getting a better look at it.

It is a black gown. Like the one I have. But with a change. It has red instead of golden on it. The red color looks disturbing though as much as it looks aesthetic. It looks like blood splattered all over. Not going there.

The dress cuts open right below my upper thigh. But a slightly high. Am I the only one who thinks this is very similar to my own gown? That man must be very observant as he pinned out all the details perfectly. The gown shows a generous amount of my cleavage. More than I would like to show. It genuinely shows half of my breasts! Why would I even wear this? I don't like to wear dresses. I am a simple shirt-and-jeans woman. And even if I wear one, it is not so much revealing. But, this is too much. If I just jump once, I am sure it would slide over revealing me completely.