"Drake?" I call out shakily. His eyes slowly flutter open and he smirks amusedly at me.
"Gotcha." He whispers before pulling my head down to his and pressing my lips against his.
And just like that he did. The asshole got me stuck in his trap, mak...
Dinner at my place. I'll pick you up in 15. Wear something sexy.
I stare down at the text, biting down on my bottom lip. Why is a guy being so demanding, so fucking hot to me?
I type back a reply.
15?! This better be good drake.
I toss my phone onto my bed and hurry up to my closet. I start searching through my clothes, not knowing what the fuck to wear and having no idea how I'd be ready in fifteen minutes.
I rip out the first sexydress I spot. It was a steel blue bodycon dress, that I bought a while ago. It seemed pretty good to me, and easy to match makeup with.
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I decided that because I only had seven minutes left, I'd skip my hair and add just a little bit of makeup to my face. I rubbed on some foundation, worked on my blush, painted my lips a soft pink colour and lined the inside of my eyes with eyeliner before coating my lashes with some high volume mascara.
Once I was done, I took a Snapchat video of my outfit and makeup and sent it to Kelly for a approval. She was out at the beach today with Tom, having a little romantic getaway.
She sent me a quick snap back saying, wear your pink heels it'll look amazing with your lipstick ;))
So I did that, and just as I was organizing my purse, there was a beep outside.
Butterflies swarmed inside my stomach and I bit my lip, almost tripping over my feet as I rushed downstairs.
When I opened the front door, Drake stood there with a smirk on his lips. He was holding a bouquet of red roses in his hands.
"Good evening baby." He winks, giving me a quick once over. "You look amazing. Here, these are for you." He hands me the flowers, and I grin, leaning forward to kiss him.
Drake doesn't give me a chance to pull away, instead he grabs my hips, pulls me flush against him and smashes his lips to mine, kissing me roughly.
"Is anyone home right now?"
I moan when his hand slips down the back of my thigh.
"No." I breathe, unable to pull away from his hot kisses.
"Why do I torture myself telling you to wear something sexy?" He asks rhetorically. "I mean, all I want to do now.." his hand makes it's way up my dress and I gasp. "Is fuck you till you can't move."
"D-drake." I stammer. "You said we were having dinner."
He stops, pulls away, takes a deep breath and takes one step back. "You're right." he says breathlessly. "That's what were doing."
I bite my lip to hold back the grin that wanted to spread wide across my face.
"Okay, I'm just gonna put these in a vase. I'll be right back."
