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60🌹bad boys bring heaven to you

🎶They say all good boys go to heaven? But boys bring heaven to you. It automatic. Its just what they do🎶
~Julia Michaels ~

DOVE 🕊

We entered the fitting room, and it was the most uniquely designed space I had ever encountered. Xavier settled onto one of the plush white sofas while I stepped behind the curtains of the fitting cube. Although it was called a fitting room, it was more than just a simple cube; I struggled to find the right words to describe it.

Inside, there was another sofa, an ottoman table, and an ottoman chair that matched the table perfectly. It felt luxurious, almost like a cosy sitting area rather than a typical fitting room.

I decided to try on the blue dress first. As I slipped it on, I noticed it hugged my hips perfectly, accentuating my figure. However, when I looked in the mirror, I frowned at the design on the top. It made me look older than I was, far too elegant for my taste.

I stepped out to show him, and his eyes widened in surprise. "I don't think I'll be able to pick honestly," he admitted, his voice a mix of admiration and disbelief.

"Okay, don't act like my obsessed boyfriend right now. I need you to be my best girlfriend and give me your honest opinion," I said, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow.

He paused for a moment before laughing. "You look good in everything, though."

I sighed dramatically. "Xavier?"

He put his phone down, nodding as he pushed his hair back. I couldn't tell what he was planning, but the way he was acting already struck me as amusing.

"Okay, so..." he began, his voice shifting into a more feminine tone. He sounded just like the flamboyant gay man from that other store, and I couldn't contain my laughter.

"The dress is fine; it fits your hips and your ass perfectly," he said, trying to maintain his serious cosy. "But I think it's too long, and the fact that it doesn't have a slit makes it hard for you to walk..."

I looked at him, bursting into laughter. "What? We're supposed to be serious here!" he exclaimed, switching back to his normal voice.

"Okay, okay, sorry!" I breathed, still giggling. "Let me try on another one."

I stepped out wearing the Valentino dress, and Xavier's expression remained the same-awestruck. "You look really sexy, Dove. Come on."

I shook my head, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "Xavier."

He blew through his cheeks, adopting that playful accent again. "Okay, girl," he began, "that dress is amazing, and if I were a guy, I'd definitely be hard as hell right now."

I couldn't help but laugh at his outrageousness. "Really?" I asked, leaning into the banter since I had encouraged him to be this way.

"Yeah..." He paused, and we both burst into laughter. "I can't believe you're making me do this."

"Oh, give me a second; there's a dress I forgot to pick," I told him, and he nodded in understanding. I quickly selected a random dress, then ventured to the lingerie section, where one particular piece caught my eye. It was a stunning black set, intricately designed with lace and delicate strings. I discreetly tucked it under the random dress I had chosen and returned to the fitting room.

As I entered, I noticed Xavier was on a call, his voice low and focused. I slipped behind the curtains and wasted no time putting on the lingerie, feeling a rush of excitement as I did.

THIRD PERSON'S POV

When Dove slipped into the black lingerie, her nerves betrayed her. It was her first time wearing something so daring, and as she glanced at herself in the mirror, she wondered if it was too much. The lace barely covered her, the thin strings teasingly tracing over her curves. Nervously, she smoothed down the fabric, biting her lip before calling Xavier to come see because she couldn't walk out of the curtains looking like that. "Xavier?" She called, and he replied immediately. "Please come." Without hesitation, thinking as though there was trouble, he slipped in and paused midway when he saw the lingerie on her.