“I’m not?—”
She lifted her finger, her teeth clenched. Her normal carefree and sexy aura showed a crack of her frustration. “Youwilltry what I pick for you.”
Seeing that deranged look in her eyes, I nodded, not wanting her to have a meltdown in the middle of my house. I’d just finished this construction six months ago, and I really didn't want to have another bill for this property for at least a couple months.
Throwing my hands up, I moved to sit on the couch, letting her do her thing. You wanted to see if someone was a good fighter, tell you if they could last five rounds, or had the temperament for security work, I was your girl. This was Aniyah’s territory. I just had to trust the process.
Glaring at that yellow dress, I knew it wasn't going to be the one. The process didn't need to tell me that, which meant it was in there out of spite. Great.
It didn't take her long to pick out what she wanted and move us upstairs to my bedroom since it was the only room that had floor-length mirrors.
She handed me the stack of dresses with the ugly yellow one on top and told me to dress in the bathroom area to give her thefull reveal effect of me entering the room. Keeping my grimace inside, I took the dresses and went around the corner.
“So,” she called out as my bed creaked, “who are you fucking tonight?”
I stuck my head around the corner. She was lying on the bed, head hanging off the end as she checked out her nails. “How am I supposed to know that in advance? Also, who said I’m fucking anyone tonight? It's a work event.”
This time, she rolled her eyes. “Uuuhhhhhh! Nova! Why can't it be both?!”
Smirking at her, I tugged on that stupid yellow dress then moved to stand before her.
She rolled onto her stomach, her lips rolled into her mouth as she tried to keep in a laugh, then she flicked her fingers at me to go back. “Okay. Okay. You're right. That one's not for you.”
Rolling my eyes, I went back and picked up the next one, which was an off-the-shoulder emerald green dress with a sweetheart neckline. It was full-length with a little flare at the bottom where it touched the floor. It was so silky and girly that I couldn’t help but handle it with care.
“Don’t bother telling me who you’re going with. We both know it’s Zeth,” she droned, annoyance sharpening her tone.
In the middle of zipping up the back, I paused at his name. The person that was once such a standard part of my life felt so distant. Honestly, for a split-second, I doubted that he was going to be there, and that hurt more than I wanted to admit.
“And we all know you’re not fucking him tonight.” Her laugh echoed as I bit my lip and kept quiet. I wasn't going to lie, but I also didn't need to confirm anything, right?
Silence followed. I wanted to move on, so I stepped out, looking down at the dress. “This isn't bad…”
Air rushed around my face, stray strands moving in the wind, and when I looked up, bright pink eyes swirling with a golden hue were an inch from my face, her wings fluttering in the background as she narrowed her eyes on me.
She looked around, eyeing me like she could see through to my soul, and I almost told her to quit it before she blurted out, “Are you telling me that you finally made Mr. Longingly-Waiting-Forever the happiest boy in the whole world?!”
I glared at her, unsure how I wanted to handle this. I didn’t like the disrespect toward Zeth, but at the same time, I was chastising myself for wanting to defend him. It was complicated, so I blew it off. “It’s not a big deal. Nothing's changed.”
She grabbed my face and pushed my cheeks together as she said with certainty, “Everything’s changed.”
I smacked her hands and waved her off, needing to divert her attention from the topic. I tugged down the zipper in the back, nodding my head as I went back. “Okay, so green in the maybe pile.”
Picking up the next dress, I was trying to figure out how I was going to get all the straps around my body when Aniyah rushed in. “Oh, my god. Where? When? How? How long?”
“How long?” I stepped into the dress, but that was as far as I got. The straps fit tightly around my thigh when I tried to yank it up.Nope. Not the right spot, and now my legs were tangled in this thing.
With a huff, Aniyah helped me out of it, yanking the dress from my fingers. “How long? How long was his dick? How long did he last? How long was your orgasm? You know, the normal things.”
“I don’t know…” I shrugged, looking around for an escape route. “Let’s just say long on all accounts.”
She moved the dress around, stretching her arms through it before motioning for my head. I bowed down as she shucked it over. “Ooohhh, that's what I like to hear! Now you just need a few more!” She tugged the fabric down, brushing the smooth, silky fabric down my body, adjusting a lot of the straps across my boobs.
“Yeah, about that…” I admitted, trying to figure out how to ask her about my current guy problem without telling her too much.
Her jaw dropped, crying out in praise as she did a little dance on her toes until she almost fell flat on her face, me barely catching her in time.
She popped up like nothing happened, whirling around to face me. “Oh, hell, it's finally happened. There’s so much we need to do! I have to catch you up onallthe new sex positions.” She spread her legs far apart before doing a deep squat. “I’ll give you some tips on how to stretch out that pussy for more than one cock.”
