Dark Angel: The Light Within the Dark

Chapter 7

I feel ridiculous in all of these fancy dresses and modeling them. This princess shit is not my thing anymore. I blow a chunk of hair out of my face as I shimmy out of this dress and reach for another one.

"What happened to you? All you used to talk about when we were young was how you wanted to go shopping. It drove me nuts."

"You and me both." Ash chuckles. I mentally flip them off as I pull on the next dress. The last one, I think cheerfully.

"I miss those days," Abby says with a dramatic sigh. "When she used to be all girly. At least she didn't lose her sense of fashion. She hates shopping but always comes back with something cute if she ever goes."

"All her jeans do make her ass look great," Dean says. I can imagine him fondling the air and I laugh softly.

"If I started dressing poorly I'd never hear the end of it from you and all we'd do is go shopping," I yell through the door. "Come zip me up."

"Coming," Dean responds in less than a second. "Ouch." I hear a smack. Good lookin' out Abby. She closes the door behind her and makes quick work of zipping my dress.

"This is definitely the one." Abby nudges me out into the living room. The soft red fabric clings to my breast and stomach and loosens up when it hits my waist. A slit running up my left thigh makes the dress sexy but elegant at the same time.

"I don't understand why I even have to wear a dress," I grumble.

"I could lie and say I did it for you but I did it for myself and the rest of the guys. Seeing you modeling those dresses made my life worth living." He lets out a low whistle and laugh. I roll my eyes and try to suppress my smirk.

"You are my hero." Dean praises.

"If you play with fire Dev. You'll get burned." I warn.

"Alright, alright. You're wearing the dress because I'm going to introduce you as my girlfriend. It's the best cover for why you'll be glued to my side starting tonight." Zach lets out a snort making me snap my attention in his direction.

"I'm sure Barron will understand that she's not your girlfriend but your bodyguard."

"Don't be jealous that I have a beautiful girl on my arm and you're alone. You should have moved faster." I lift my hand stopping Zach from responding. I'm pretty sure I don't want to hear whatever it is he has to say.

"If your hand goes anywhere inappropriate I will have your nuts in a jar," I say pointing at Deyvon. My sequin heel glistens when I lift my foot and set it on the table. The fabric falls from my leg leaving it bear and keeping my underwear covered. "Keep it in your pants guys and someone get me my thigh holster and some throwing knives," I say as I finish fastening up my shoe. Ash being the only one not distracted brings me what I asked for.

"That is going to bring up a few questions," Deyvon says as he eyes my guns and throwing blades.

"A girl should always be prepared," I say innocently. "There's no way I'm going anywhere without a weapon of some kind on me. I'm also bringing my blades just in case." I lift my leg from off the table and set it back on to the floor.

"It is hot; you have to admit," Dean says to Deyvon.

"Never said it wasn't." Deyvon replies.

"Oh god, you two becoming friends is not a good idea. He," I say pointing at Dean, "Will make you a man whore. Be careful. Let's go to this dinner before I make Abby and I switch positions." I toss my loosely curled hair behind my back and head to the door. "Come on people. The sooner we get this over with the better." We make our way to the limo quickly. I fight the urge to run back upstairs and change into something more comfortable. This isn't me. The fancy dresses and makeup. Yeah, I can kick some ass in this dress but I'd prefer doing it in my own wardrobe, preferably jeans. Not overpriced clothes picked out for me for fancy meals. I already miss the feel of my blades on either hip. This is ridiculous, I think to myself for the millionth time.