The Bad Boy Craves Me✔

4. What the hell just happened?

As my dad prepared to introduce me to his esteemed business associates, my nerves began to flutter like the wings of a tiny kitten.

I knew that I was about to come face-to-face with some of the wealthiest people in the world, a prospect that was both intimidating and nerve-wracking.

The mere thought of being the center of attention made my stomach churn with nervousness. Although I typically shied away from my father's business events, I knew that I had to step out of my comfort zone tonight.

As I looked in the mirror for a final check, I couldn't help but notice how my once long, straight black hair had been expertly curled to the side. I had opted for a baby pink dress that fit snugly from the top to my waist and was frilled at the bottom, falling just above my knees.

The soft, feminine hues of my outfit and the gentle curves of my hair helped to balance out the nervous energy that pulsed through my body.

My six-inch nude stilettos slipped on effortlessly, complementing my outfit perfectly. I opted for a light makeup look, adding a touch of mascara and nude lipstick for the finishing touches.

When I looked at my reflection, I couldn't help but feel a sense of innocence, yet there was also a hint of seduction lurking in my gaze.

As I made my way downstairs, I couldn't wait to get the day over with. The only thing that helped quell my nerves was the knowledge that Steff, my best friend, would be there to support me.

"You look absolutely stunning, my dear!" my mother exclaimed, spinning me around to admire my outfit. However, my father didn't share her enthusiasm and instead wore a scowl on his face as he scrutinized the length of my dress.

"I think your dress is a bit too revealing," he commented, catching me off guard.

"Really? Thanks Dad," I replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"That wasn't a compliment," he retorted sharply. "You look like a wrapped candy ready to be popped. Now, go change into something more appropriate."

"Hun, she's almost eighteen. She's not a child anymore," my mom sighed, walking away towards the door.

"But don't you see the length of her dress? It's way too short!" he whined, following behind her.

"No, it's perfectly fine. Now let her be in peace," my mom said to my dad.

And that's how we ended up arriving at the ball, with my parents arguing. He could be a frustrating man sometimes.

"Anna!" I heard my name being called by a familiar voice from behind as my family and I entered the ball.

"Steff!" I yelled, relieved, hugging him tightly.

"Whoa," he smirked, eyeing me up and down. "If you weren't off limits, I'd definitely take you to my bed tonight. You look beautiful."

"As if," I replied, rolling my eyes. "But I have to admit, you're not so bad yourself, Mr." I playfully patted him on the shoulder, grateful for his company tonight. I don't know what I'd do without him by my side.

"I'm so glad you're here. I'm already feeling nervous and tight on the inside," I whispered in his ear.

He gave me a wide grin and said, "You naughty girl. Don't tell anyone, but I'm also substantial on the inside too." Of course, he would make a joke out of it.

Luckily, my parents were ahead of us.

"Ew, I didn't mean it like that!" I whispered, shocked.

"Come on, you'll be fine," he said, taking my arm and pulling me along.