It took him a while to text me back. Those damn little dots kept popping up then disappearing until a picture came through. It was him holding the suit up against his dripping wet body, like he’d just taken a shower. I bit my lip, and when the warmth at my wrist intensified, I almost texted him to come over. Almost.
Throwing my phone on the bed, I went to my closet and opened it, looking at the black silk pants and sheer top I’d picked out for tonight. It was one of my only outfits that was fancy enough for this event. I was more of a jeans and top kind of girl.
Thinking about all three men being there tonight, looking stunning in their attire, I lamented my decision.I should’ve bought a dress.
Shrugging my shoulders, I slid the pants on, accepting my lot in life, like always. It was then that a text came through from Zeth, and my heart stopped.
Z:Incoming
What?My face scrunched as I typed out my reply, but before I could send it, the sound of heels clacking against my hardwood floors echoed from below.
“The party of the family is here!”
My eyes went to my door.Aniyah?Closing my closet, I made my way to the stairs and looked down to see my younger sister directing people with racks of clothes to come into my house and set up.
“Yep, right there. Oh! And that one over here. I want the maybes to be on this side.”
Tightening the band on my robe, I went down and watched my five-foot-nothing sister, decked out in black thigh-high stilettos and matching stocking, toe my boots near the door with a scowl. “Get those out of here,” she mumbled before throwing her designer leather jacket and purse onto the couch. She twirled toward me in her pleated black mini dress and threw her hands up.
“Surprise!”
Crossing my arms, I looked her up and down. “You going to a funeral?” It was odd to see her in all black. Her long, wavy white-blonde hair, which reached the center of her back, was the only contrast.
Putting her hands on her hips, she announced, “I'm downplaying my looks and style to heighten yours.” When I lifted a brow, her lips wiggled in amusement. “Or maybe I lost a bet with my mates, and this was the outcome.” She shrugged before mumbling, “They know I love my sparkles. I'm beginning to think they have a goth girl fetish, which, I mean, I’m in, but just fucking ask me. Is that so hard?”
I needed to stop the rambling before it got any worse. “Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing you… but what are you doing here?”
Her heels clicked as she came closer, an evil twinkle in her eye. “Because, dear sister, tonight’s a big night, and I knew what you would be wearing…” She flicked her hands at my robe, opening it enough to show the pants I hadn't even buttoned yet. “This,” she finished in disgust.
“Hey!” I closed the robe, feeling more self-conscious about my outfit choices than showing my full bare chest. “Ezra wears stuffjust like this!” I thought the defense made sense, but Aniyah wasn't buying it.
“I mean, sure, but she makes it a sexy blend of feminine and masculine, like pairing a set of trouser pants with a lacy bra and long chain necklace. Or when she wore that suit top and long jacket with nothing underneath or those pants that had a half-skirt on top.”
She eyed me like she knew me better than myself. “And let me guess, you planned to pair this with a sleeveless white tunic that went up to your neck, showing off nothing but your muscular arms.” You’d think I was planning to commit a crime based on the level of offense in her voice.
“I like my muscular arms…” I weakly mumbled the protest, not feeling as passionate about my defense as I usually would.
She moved behind me, circling her arms around me. “Yes. Yes, of course. Your arms are gorgeous, but you have a taut and tempting stomach, some gorgeous, shapely legs, and a rack that is justscreamingfor some attention.” I jumped at the sting she gave my ass when she smacked it. “Not to mention these gorgeous big booty cheeks will have all the boys chasing after you if we accentuate it a little.”
Shrugging her off me, I growled, frustrated about the whole situation. She knew that I was self-conscious about my figure or lack thereof. She just laughed, patting me on my arm. “This is why you need me here today. I’m going to help dress you and do your makeup and hair. Just like the old days!”
Clapping her hands in excitement, her iridescent wings came out as she flew backward and started to pull the covers from the racks. My eyes doubled in size when I took in the rows and rowsof dresses. Had she robbed a whole boutique and brought it to my house?
“What is…” Daring to move closer, I lifted a diamond-studded pink fabric with two fingers. There was only a scrap of fabric up top that would barely cover my nipples, then a thin stretchy bit of fabric that connected to the bottom. These scraps were a dress? Half of the bottom seemed to be missing!
“Oh, I love that one, but looking at your face, it seems like that's not the one for this occasion. Maybe when you take someone on a date… to my club?” Her lips tipped up wickedly. “It would be the perfect dress to fuck in. You wouldn't even have to worry about it.” She pulled it out and put it up against her body, miming what she was describing. “Just peel down this part for them to play with your breast, and they can easily push the fabric in the back aside. Two seconds, and bam! You're ready for entry!”
Grabbing the hanger, I put it back into its spot, tucking it behind another one. “Yeah,sonot for this event.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fiiiiiiine. But the next one I pick for you, you put on. Okay?”
After my small, regretful nod, she flew to another rack, sifting through all of the dresses.
“I’m surprised one of your mates isn't here with you,” I said as I fingered a simple black dress with a deep back.
“Oh, Rasmus is always close, whether it's by camera or in person, but since I told him he couldn't hack into your system, he demanded to come with me. Maso came to keep him in check, and they’re both outside. I told them to make themselves busywhile we had girl time.” She lifted an emerald green dress just as I pulled out a black one.
“No! You’re not wearing black, navy, tan, or grey tonight. Nothing in your normal color palette!” Like she was showing me what she meant, she plucked a canary yellow monstrosity and put it to the side.
