She's Mine And I Own Her, Logan.

Kayla's POV.

Standing before the window in my room, I examined my reflection, the soft glow of makeup enhancing my face.

White acrylic nails adorned my fingers, and I wore a light, almost transparent, white gown designed with sparkling stones.

The gown, however, presented a peculiar discomfort; the back, from the nape of my neck down to the waistline, lay exposed.

I couldn't help but question the purpose of wearing such a gown when it seemed to reveal more than it concealed.

"I can't believe I am doing this!" I grumbled abruptly, turning around to scrutinise the revealing skin of my back in the mirror.

The internal conflict between the allure of the gown and the discomfort it brought surfaced in my expression.

I was half naked but then, the Draco's had picked the gown up for me for my date tonight or rather in a few hours time.

About the date, I had accepted earlier in the morning after I was pressured by them.

Lying on my bed, I felt an unusual movement in my room, close to m