IN THE ARMS OF MR. MICHAELS (UNDER MAJOR REVISION)

27: The party and the beatbox

Anya's dress above.

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ANYA's POV

A disapproving frown came to my face when I take a final once-over at the unfamiliar woman's outfit in the mirror. She was donned with a skin-tone sexy spaghetti sheath mini dress with a neckline so low that leaves her boobs little to the imagination.

Tsk, tsk.. I think I can't go out with this. My gaze moved to her brown wavy hair styled in an up-do. Her face was covered with a light foundation with her smokey eyes and wine red lips. My frown deepened seeing her lips. And when my eyes had moved to her boobs, a loud groan of disapproval came out from me.

Oh God. I think I can't wear this! How can I move comfortably with this dress kept bothering me? With just one wrong move from me, I'm sure my breast pads would popped out or worse my nipples!

I cringed at the thought of those possibilities. I just hope against all hopes out there that it won't! I don't think I can handle the embarrassment if someone would see it.

This is all Jul's fault! I said I don't want this but he insisted. Bloody persistent Jul!

An exasperated sigh came out from me with my shoulder dropped, looking so defeated and no longer in a mood to attend the party.

"Quit making that face, Anya! It doesn't suit your lovely and hot attire!"

When I heard that from Jul, my eyes quickly throw a piercing glares at him through his reflection in the mirror, opening the door of my room with a stupid grin plastered on his face. He get inside then closed it. He's already in his best black suit, with his pot belly wanting to let out from being suffocated. Looking like the version of fat Majin Buu in a suit...

A snort suddenly came out from me which caused him to narrow his eyes at me, suspicious with my sudden amused face. I quickly snapped my mouth shut then looked at him with straight face, though my laughing eyes giving me away.

He came close to me now with a scowl on his face while slightly shaking his head. Indicating that he already had a good idea why I was making this face now.

"Tsk, Tsk..Good thing I have amused you, Anya." he sarcastically began, standing beside me, facing the mirror with his arms tightly crossed on his chest.

I put up a face straighter than his gender, not wanted to admit he was right while trying to recheck myself in the mirror. Afraid to look at his suspicious eyes narrowing in slits.

"I'm not amused, Jul. I don't have a bloody reason for that!" I lied on his face. From my peripheral view, I could see him in the mirror with his cocked eyebrow and hands on his hips.

"So now, you're lying to my face!" he spat.

I just rose my brow then checked the neckline of my dress and then my padding.

"Jul? Don't you think this won't get me into trouble?" pointing my breast pads "I think it would fall off from my boobs!" I asked him with horror on my face. Trying to divert the topic to be safe from his wrath. I glanced at him in the mirror and gave him a small smile which he just returned with a roll in his eyes.

"You're trying to shift the gears, Anya... " he said now sounding slightly back to his usual tone, playful.

I grinned at him sheepishly, admitting my lame act, now that he was back to his self.

"Yeah, Yeah and I'm sorry for that. But you know, I'm serious with my question.." I started to appease him while turning to my right to face him with expectant look.