Possession Of His | 18+

Chapter Six

Kimberly's P O V:

The rest of the day was fairly bland. There wasn't much for me to do as I was still trying to navigate myself around the obnoxiously large house. So I mostly just explored, walking into different rooms before finding myself back into the main living area. I watched a couple of movies to pass the time, letting myself get lost in the comfort of the sofa beneath me. Soon enough, it was time for me to get ready for Brandon's party.

I went into the ridiculously large walk-in closet, eyeing a couple of outfits that I could wear. Everything was far too glamorous and high-end that it was a struggle for me to choose. But when my eyes fell onto a black almost silky-like dress, I knew that's what I was going to wear. I slipped into the dress easily, watching as it almost stuck to my skin as it sat tightly around my waist, accentuating it and giving me a petite look. It was short and different from what I would usually wear, but I felt good in it, and I was excited for Brandon to see it.

After matching the dress with a pair of heels, I applied a little makeup to top the look off, this included lipgloss, mascara, and some concealer in certain places to hide blemishes.

As I admired myself in the foot-long mirror, I smiled a little, knowing it was out of the ordinary for me to wear something this revealing and I knew it would get a pleasant reaction from Brandon.

I quickly spritzed some perfume on my neck and my wrists before hurrying out of the room, it was already nine so I was running late. As I made my way downstairs, struggling slightly due to the heels, I saw a tall figure waiting at the bottom.

He turns around at the sound of my heels clacking against the marble flooring and I feel breathless for a moment as I admire the man in front of me. I seriously don't ever think I'll get over how handsome he is. He looked different standing there, he wasn't wearing a suit for once, instead, he looked casual, a very good casual that looked just as amazing on him. I'm convinced he could wear the most atrocious outfit and I'd still manage to find a way to ogle.

It was silent between us as I stood on the last step of the stairs, his eyes roaming shamelessly across my body, making a familiar heat flare up on my cheeks. I felt naked under his piercing gaze, and I think he knew that too as I watched the smallest of smirks appear on his lips.

"Do you think I look okay?" I asked timidly, starting to feel a little conscious after he stared for so long without saying a word.

I watch as his Adam's apple bobs, his stoic expression giving nothing away.

"You look... good, really good, are you sure you want to wear that though?" He asks as he looks up and down at my body once again, his jaw clenching slightly.

"W-why is there something wrong with it?" I ask nervously as I look down at my attire, my bottom lip unconsciously falling between my teeth.

I look back up only to see his intense gaze now resting on my mouth. I had thought the outfit looked good, granted it was a little more revealing than what I'd usually go for but I hadn't thought it was bad. His staring was starting to make me think otherwise though.

"No, but I don't think your boyfriend will approve of other boys looking at you, because that is going to be drawing attention," He motions his head towards me, a darkness starting to circle his eyes.

"Oh.. he won't mind," I say awkwardly, feeling as though my cheeks got impossibly hotter.

"Right." He gives me a small nod, "Let's go then." He doesn't wait for me as he begins to walk to the front door with me in tow.