Who's That Bad Boy?

chapter | nine

chapter | nine

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Cassie Fields

The heels of my super-maxi-high stillettos hammered against the steps of the stairs as I elegantly marched downstairs. The black transparent dress clung to my body like a baby not wanting to leave her mother.

The push-up bra in my dress made sure enough cleavage was being displayed.

Since I only have a size B.

I knew that today would be perfect. Camille would be home late, Dylan was gone until 10PM, and mom and dad were still out of town for one more day. Which means; Justin all to myself.

As I strolled into the kitchen, I used my pinkie to clean the corner of my eyes from black eyeshadow.

The smokey-eye makeup look was perfect. The black rimmed my lightgreen eyes, especially concentrating on the color. It intensified my features more effectively.

I walked over to the kitchen island and delicately grabbed the plate of brownies. I set it down on the coffee table next to the couch and made my way over to the mirror in front of our entrance door. A swift glimpse wouldn't harm, would it? I examined the face in the reflection.

My long brown hair contained big, glamorous curls and my lips were wearing Rihanna's new red lipstick 'Riri Woo', from her MAC Collection. I made sure to go a bit over the edge, with the intention of making my lips a teensy bit more significant and full-size. The smokey-eye look, as I predicted, created a new level of intensity.

The opening of the door made me jump.

The very handsome boy I was hoping to see stepped into the house. As he shut the door, he turned on his heel to walk up to his room, but he caught sight of me.

A confident beam slid over my mouth.

His eyes were sealed on my legs, then butt, then boobs and finally face. Even though he was 2 years younger than me, he was still taller than me, even in my super-maxi-high heels.

"Cassie," he breathed. "Aren't you looking great."

"Thank you," I tittered innocently.

Then he walked over to the couch, exhaustedly dropping down on it. My heels pounded, as I seductively traipsed next to him. His eyebrows developed a knit and he leaned over to take in the smell of the brownies.

Then our stares met. He widened his eyes, as if not daring to ask, what I knew he would ask. Mom and dad would literally execute me, if they ever found out about what I did.

I nodded provocatively as if urging him to try one.

"Where did you get it from?" he asked astonished.

"I just... Know my ways."

I sophisticatedly assembled on the couch, my butt touching his legs.

He was about to try a brownie, instead he turned his attentiveness to me. His eyes travelled down my entire body once again. They stayed locked on my breasts for a second, until he met my eyes again. He licked his lips. I was well aware he could see my purposely red undergarments through my transparent dress.

"What's the occasion?"

"I was supposed to go on a date," I answered, as if it really fazed me. "But... He cancelled it in last minute."

"Oh, that's uh..." He glanced at my body. "Unfortunate."

"I know."

"Why the weed-brownies?"