Deepa adjusted the blue summer dress. It only came down to her thighs and was tight across her chest, hugging her body far too snugly. "I think it's a little small."
"No, it looks great on you. It really shows off your curves."
"But isn't it a bit...revealing."
"And?" Nastya raised an eyebrow. "You shouldn't worry so much about what other people think. As long as you're comfortable wearing it, that's all that matters."
"I guess." Deepa glanced in the mirror. "It is pretty nice."
"See, I knew you'd like it.” She passed Deepa a large bag full of clothes. "You can keep these ones as well."
"Seriously?" Deepa looked into the bag, her jaw hanging open.
"Of course," Nastya laughed. "I never wear them anyway. And it will make me happy to know that they're being put to good use."
"Wow." Deepa shook her head, unable to hide her awe. "You're a lifesaver."
"No problem. I'm just happy to help where I can."
Deepa tried on several other outfits once Nastya was gone. They were all short dresses and revealing shirts, not what she would normally wear, but it was better than using Axel's old clothes.She slipped the blue short summer dress back on, and made her way out of her room, walking outside and across the garden to the dining room.
"Hey," greeted Axel as he walked towards her, gazing up and down at her exposed skin. "What's got you so happy?"
"Nothing." Deepa shrugged. "It's none of your business."
"Did you take that fucking dress from my sister?"
"Perhaps."
She didn't even have to fake her indifference. She didn't feel the creepy overwhelming need to be close to him like before.
"You can't wear that," Axel growled. "Not here."
"And why not?"
"Because it's what they want," he hissed.
"And why should I care about what you think?"
Axel froze, staring down at her with bewilderment. He took hold of her wrist and yanked her closer, pressing his nose to her neck.
"What the fuck have you done?" he hissed.
"What I should have done a long time ago."
Axel growled. "Who gave you those?"
"None of your business."
"It was him, wasn't it?"
"What difference does it make?"
"It makes a big fucking difference!" Axel snapped. "He's trying to split us apart and get into your pants."
"So.." Deepa said with a cock of her head. "What's wrong with that?"
"Are you serious? That fucking bastard just wants to knock you up and add the memory to his wank bank."
