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"Jacob, are you sure you want to do this?"
I set my lipstick, in the shade persuasive red, then twirl around in my vanity chair, looking at the muscular man in a well-fitted suit who is...glaring at me irritably. I've asked him this question eight times since we got out the shower. I just want him to do this for him, and not me.
I gaze at him for a second, taking in his strict look before getting up, adjusting my dress and gold heels. Let me just let go of the conversation until later. Taking another glance at my dress I tilt my head to the side. Usually I would have something classier than this, but ever since Nila I haven't been able to fit anything.
This is way too slutty. It's showing too much. What will his parents think?
"Stop thinking so hard," Jacob starts as he walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, "You look beautiful as always, per usual."
Sighing, I turn around in his arms and look up at him, examining his facial features. "Thank you, but should I put on a jacket or something?"
I back out of his grip to look at myself in the mirror again before looking back at him, giving him a 'what do you think' expression. He takes a small step back, slipping his hands into his pocket while looking me up and down.
"Okay, do you want my settle boyfriend opinion or my over protective, jealous boyfriend opinion." A smile contorts onto his face as I think for a second, "Both."
He takes a deep breath, nodding in the processes, "My settle boyfriend is telling me to tell you that whatever you feel like wearing you should wear, but my jealousy is telling me to tell you to put a fucking jacket on before I have to kill someone tonight for trying to hit on you."
My cheeks heat up in a tint of embarrassment. I can't help, but smile at his words. Taking my cream colored jacket in my hand I toss it on over my dress while looking up at him, "You always use the word fucking," I add in as he grabs his keys and wallet.
He raises an eyebrow, smirking, "Because I like the word and the action of the word," His voice now deep and seductive, making me cringe right at my core. He strides over to me, getting into my face, "Especially with you, baby girl."
I roll my eyes, blushing hard reminiscing over what happened in the shower about 3 hours ago. "Yeah yeah yeah, lets go before you start swelling," I walk around him grabbing my pink flesh-colored clutch, and wallet.
He takes his large hand in mine before walking over to the door with a concentrated look on his face, "Swelling?" He says, looking down at me while he opens the door.
Does he not know what I mean?
I walk out first, going downstairs, "Yes, swelling. The noun, it means an abnormal enlargement of a part of the body, typically as a result of an accumulation of fluid." I turn to look at him once I'm downstairs, raising an eyebrow. His face still contorts in a confused look.
Oh, come on Jacob.
I fold my arms under my breast, "What I mean is..your dick swells when it's inside me. It's definitely bigger when you are excited," I start, pushing a small piece of hair behind my ear. "Like it's big when you're soft, but it's li-"
