Shale Jones is the assistant of Elizabeth Calvo, the most powerful woman in America, the Queen of All Media. One night due to a request made by Ms. Calvo herself, Shale meets Cole Calvo, her bosses son! Sparks fly and the two find themselves at a cr...
"I can't believe I have to go to this fucking thing," Olivia groans from within the changing room, struggling to pull on a dress.
"Oh stop complaining, It'll be fun..."
"Yeah for you. You have Mr. Hotstuff, I have no one," she sighs, coming out of the room, dressed in a long form fitting silky black dress with a thigh high slit up the left side.
"It's perfect, and I will be there with you and I'm sure you'll find some other rich hot guys to snag," I wink with a smirk, causing her to roll her eyes.
"Yeah right," she scoffs, turning around to look in the mirror. "Does this dress make my ass look big?"
"Yes," I say without a doubt.
"Perfect, okay, I'm getting it," she says before walking back into the dressing room.
"Alright, my turn," I say as we switch.
I try on the first dress, a long emerald green gown with sequences on the top. I walk out with a pout and Olivia cracks up, shaking her head. I walk back into the dressing room and try on the next one a long purple dress with off the shoulder straps. As soon as I walk out Olivia yells at me to try on the next one.
The last dress is a beautiful red dress that goes down to the floor. The torso is form fitting while the bottom flares out just slightly, allowing me to move. The top was strapless, leaving my neck bare.
I walk out of the changing room with a huge smile on my face.
"Hot damn!" Olivia exclaims as I come out of the dressing room. "That's the one Shale! That's the one!" she yells, causing a clerk to come into the dressing area and give Olivia a dirty look.
Olivia glares right back, and she looks terrifying, sending the clerk back to the front of the store with a pale face.
"Alright let's get these dresses and go eat!"
***
"What time is your boy picking us up?" Olivia asks as we work on our makeup.
"I think he said around six?"
"You think?"
"Yeah," I shrug, putting my mascara on.
"You're unbelievable," Olivia sighs in exasperation, leaving the bathroom while dancing to the Beyoncé playing.
As soon as I'm done, I walk out into my bedroom, grabbing my dress and slipping it on, well more like wiggling it on. Olivia comes in a few moments later, looking like a goddess straight out of hell.
Her dark brown hair is curled perfectly around her face, accentuating her dark brows and eyes. Her tan skin glistens, allowing her dark eyeshadow a smoky effect which ties in with her long black dress. Around her neck is a simple key necklace, the ones every girl in our family have. On her feet are a pair of high heeled silver sandals, giving her the extra height she needs with her normal 5'2 build.
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(Olivia's dress^)
"Damn Olivia! What happened to you!" I exclaim, walking over to her in awe.
"I'm pretending to be a girly girl, but at least I can wear black," she smiles, though I can tell she's happy with the glow in her eyes.
I pull her in for a hug, trying to remember this moment before she leaves. A knock at the door pulls us away. I stare at Olivia with horror.
"Don't worry I'll stall him while you finish getting ready," Olivia says before disappearing out of my room, closing the door behind her.
I run over to my closet and pull out a pair of gold heels to match my jewelry...Jewelry! I need jewelry!
I'm a hot mess.
Cole
"Cole!" Olivia exclaims with fake enthusiasm as she opens the door.
"Are you guys ready?" I ask, trying to find Shale in the background.
"Just about," she says, pushing the door open and allowing me to enter.
"Perfect. So when do you leave for Syria?" I ask wanting to engage in conversation.
"Two weeks," she says with a sigh, rubbing her temple as if thinking about it gives her stress.
It was the wrong thing to ask.
"So what happened to you? You look like a real girl, sure a goth girl, but a...high class goth girl," I smirk, causing her to roll her eyes.
"You're lucky I'm not wearing shorts and a t-shirt," she smirks.
"Why would I care?"
"Because I'm walking in with you guys and I'd be an embarrassment. Actually I'll probably be an embarrassment anyway, so maybe I should just stay here..."
"Oh you're going," Shale interrupts sternly, causing my head to snap in her direction and my jaw to drop at the sight.
Shale was in a strapless red dress, showing off her neck and shoulders, along with a gold key necklace that I realize matches Olivia's. The top of the dress hugs her body and all of her curves before flowing out slightly and trailing down to the floor where a gold-heeled foot peeks out from underneath the fabric.
"You look..." I trail off, not knowing how to word it.
"Like a goddess, now let's go and get this over with. Keys?" Olivia says, holding out her hands.
I'm too in shock to protest and toss her my car keys, hearing her small squeal of delight and devilish smirks before she sprints out of the room. I watch Shale as a blush rises on her cheeks, matching the dress.
"Shall we?" she says, walking towards me until her chest is a hair's width away from mine.
I grip her waist and pull her to my, kissing her deeply, while her hands move up and wrap around my neck. As soon as it starts to get heated, Shale pulls away, causing me to pout.
"Come on, we can do this after the event," she smirks, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the apartment, locking the door behind us.
