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Fuck… I do want this
That one thought of giving et to see just what my defiance would do to theet to finally let go again But the fight to get there would be twice as fun
Now to pick out a dress and test out that theory
Heading foroverlate, so it wasn’t an extensive array of options I pulled out a black sparkly dress It had a cinched waist and a red belt that tied around it The he ed It was the opposite of their sleazy dress, a hint of classy but sexy enough to draw attention
Once I’d pulled it on, leaving my bra and underwear behind just to make them suffer a little, I pulled on a pair of red stilettos thattheot more involved in the Family, Eros had insisted I dress the part Where the men had suits and ties, I had black dresses and stilettos The click of them across the floor made me feel all-powerful and confident as fuck They were different enough fro a separate life Just another healthy coping mechanism courtesy of my fucked up family
Glancing at rinned It was like finding another part ofconfidence The heels , and I knew I’d drive them crazy
After a quick hair and makeup session, I pickedthe the end result would be that ht wouldn’t end in sex of some kind, if not more than one
Their voices drifted into the room, but as soon as I opened my door, they quieted down The sharp click of my heels was the only soundtrack to my strut down the hallway, and they all turned to face me Ky’s mouth quirked up in a smirk when he saw my robe, and Keir was as impassive as ever, but Kill looked ready to snap
“What the fuck is this, Baby Girl?” he asked, his warning loud and clear
“I decided I didn't want to go,” I said defiantly, using the bored, plain expression that I’d plaster over s with Eros I wanted to gauge their reaction, see how they handled a not-so-submissive Sana
“Excuseup and stalking forward I tried to step back, but he was rippingin my dress
“Daaze over me “Kill, chill out” The order was clear, and Killian nodded despite the growl that ed to escape
“What’s with the anger, Kill? That’s not like you,” I snarked, crossing my arms The action pushed my breasts up, and all three sets of eyes went directly to the display, that little bit of power hittingmy eyes
on my former boyfriend
“You left,” he said darkly, “no word, no call, no apology For eleven fucking years, I wondered about you, Baby Girl And now you’re back with no explanation? You have an apartment, a job, fuck, even a favorite coffee shop You’ve been here long enough to create a life, which is definitely way too fucking long to not reach out to me, to us Fuck no We will have that conversation”