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Matchweek Twenty-One: West Ham vs. Liverpool

[ Hallucinate by Dua Lipa ]

Chapter Twenty-One

   T R E N T

SAMARA LOOKS SO AMAZING and so far all she's using is the dress. She fought me to pay for it but in the end I won and she did pout for the rest of the day. She's sitting at the vanity in my room, trying to do her hair and all I can look at is her shoulders and legs. I really don't even care that I might crease my suit because I'm sitting on the bed. I don't know where she got the glitter lotion from but it makes her skin look even more irresistible. And the best part is the faint hickies on her neck.

She runs her fingers through her platinum blonde hair, ruffling it to add volume. She grips part of it up, but her hairstyle is not over done, giving her a natural look. Today is the first time I see her wearing makeup other than mascara and lip gloss. She has a natural shade of pink on her lips with an eyeshadow that looks nude. Even still, she's not wearing any foundation, only a light layer of powder.

I have yet to add the finishing touch to her look: the diamonds. Honestly, I'm scared of her reaction. I know she will love it because aren't diamonds a girl's best friend. But I've picked up on the small habits and her preferences in the past weeks and I know that she doesn't care about material things. Even though she may not be a fan of jewellery, every girl deserves to get spoilt once in a while.

She turns to me, probably feeling my lingering gaze on her. The slit in the skirt moves further apart, revealing more of her skin which is not doing me any good. She places her hands on her hips and cocks a brow.

"You've been sitting there and looking at me for twenty minutes. What's going on in your mind?" She asks, leaning forward, giving me the tiniest of views of the top of her breasts.

"You look so bloody gorgeous. I'm just imagining ripping that dress off you later."

I stand up, straightening out my suit jacket while she puts on her shoes. We've managed to get a little smaller heel and I made her practice some more yesterday just to be on the safe side. Even with the added height of the heels, she is still shorter than me. Her eyes rake down my suit clad body and she licks her lips, taking a daring step closer to me.

I wrap my arms around her waist, placing a sweet kiss on the tip of her nose. She runs her hands down my arms, and I find myself hating the suit that's keeping me from full on feeling her touch. She cups my cheek, placing her lips on mine, moving them rythmatically. I'm first to pull away, resting my forehead on hers. Her green eyes seem to flash with the same emotion that's in my eyes.

"I have something for you." I whisper and she nibbles her bottom lip.

I go to the side table and pull out the velvet box from the drawer. Her eyes fall on the box in my hand and she holds a hand to her mouth, gasping with wide eyes. She probably made out the brand by looking at the name on the box, Swarovski. I open it, presenting the diamond encrusted necklace with matching earrings. Tears prick her eyes as she looks at them with awe.

"Trent... its beautiful, but you shouldn't have." She tells me, a stern expression taking over her face.

I knew she was going to say that.

I place the box on the vanity table and take the necklace in my hand.

"You deserve nothing but the best, Gorgeous." I tell her, moving her hair to the side.

I place the necklace around her neck, watching it shimmer in the light through the mirror. Her fingers touch the pendant, the large diamond, in the middle and she furiously blinks her eyes to rid the tears. It takes me a while to clip the necklace because those things are tricky, but I let my fingers linger on her skin for a second longer once I'm done.