Destroy me

Chapter 5 - Niamh - He's dressed to kill

Over a week had passed since that day, and me and Marco had only ever made polite and passing conversation.

By this point both families had been invited to a charity gala in the city on the upcoming Friday. I was dreadfully bored by the prospect, however, a night out of the house would be wonderful, it would also mean I could escape Marco for a short time – as there was only so much I could hide in room or leave the room as he walked in.

It had pained me that I could have a chemistry with someone but the sake of a few years would make a difference. Not that he'd ever see that, of course this was a ,attire I had to firmly keep hidden.

When the charity gala rolled around I was determined to leave early, I didn't want to portray perfectly happy with Marcos family at all.

My mother had took Sophia and I shopping the previous day and with this being the first gala o would attend at age 18 I would wear what I wanted to! I picked a black strapless dress with a thigh-split and ranches detail around the sweetheart neckline of the breast. I'd ravaged Victoria's Secret the day before for a perfect underwear set that would be discreet under the dress and settles on a black strapless miniature corset and a matching black lace thong and a sheer black stockings set. Sophia said it right when she quoted a movie saying I was 'dressed to kill'.

My mother chose a more conservative dress for Sophia. It was a dark blue high-neck affair, covering her all but her arms, yet it hugged tight enough to give a slender and curvy look to her body. And my mother, well she look as stunning as ever. She picked a red halter neck dress which went low down and hugged all of her sensual curves. She really did look fabulous for her age.

My father, Marco, Danny and Antonio all wore black tuxedoes each looking as sharpe as the next, But none so as Marco. He looked like the physical embodiment of sex. Completely delectable and controlled. Hopefully my outfit would show him exactly what he missed out on.

I'd decided to go with my hair up, with a few loose sexy curls. And a diamond choker necklace. As I came downstairs with Sophia all eyes were on us, but Marcos darted to me and me alone but it was Danny who came forward and said something "if I may say, you both look stunning, but Niamh, could I escort you tonight?"

I smiled, yet yawned at the thought, the only conversations we'd shared over the past week had been slow and of little interest to either of us. Mainly small talk about the weather or the house.

"I'd love to." But he got far more interesting as we walked to the door arm in arm. "You looked like you'd be bored tonight so Marco said we could go to his club, he intends to make an excuse he needs to go check something. And I'm pretty sure your dad will let you go with me" he gave a cheeky smile.

'This night got far more interesting' I thought to myself and smiled at the idea of clubbing. Butwhy had Marco said Icould go, when he was pretty much mortified to realise I wasn't even oldenough?