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โ"I always admired it because of you and I've wanted to do it for the longest, but I doubt it'll look good on me.""You're literally so pretty and you're still very young. Now's the time to dye your hair as many colors as you wish to." I said to Gina as I dropped my phone on the nightstand, the same hand running through my silky hair before I pressed my lips together. She was telling me about how she'd always admired my black hair and how she wanted to dye her hair black because of me. Gina was only twenty-three. I was thirteen years older than she was. She could do whatever she liked to her body since her days were still very long. As for me, people would cock their eyebrows if I stepped out in any color that was different from my natural hair color. I'd never been the crazy type in terms of hair. "Nah, it can't be compared to yours, though. Lady Monique, you don't even look thirty yet. I hope to age like you." "Why does it feel like you're flattering me?" I knew she wasn't. Today, I was wearing my hair in a double french braids plait. Gina had wanted us to do something simple before the meeting. She'd single-handedly told the women that she was going to be the one to get me ready today. She had done my makeup and was finishing up on my hair. I reached over to pick up the cup of tea that I'd been sipping from when she motioned for me to get up and I did. I guessed she was trying to fix up the lace of my corset and so I had to suck my stomach all the way in. As a woman, those were problems that were very hard to avoid because things like that came up regularly. "Release," Gina said and I released my sucked-in stomach once again and took in some air. "Suck it in." And just when I was about to do as she said, a knock came in and this time around, it wasn't locked, it was just closed. "Who is it?" Gina quizzed, yelling, and I wanted to tell her not to worry. I knew it was Marcus and in as much as I didn't want to admit, his arrival was something I'd shamefully been looking forward to."It's me." His deep voice mixed with a sexy kind of British accent was heard from outside. "I'm here with My lady's meal."Fuck if he just called me his lady. Fuck! I was sure we all heard that. It was no big deal. "Alright then, the door isn't locked. You can come in." Gina said to him. And just then, the door swung open and he walked in with long and powerful strides. Jesus. Why couldn't I just stop annalizing everything and anything about him? Because he was a course worth studying, and I needed to have nothing less than a distinction in the end. Gina didn't even give me breathing space before she returned to trying to lace up the corset. The dress was an under-bust corset dress that showed quite an amount of skin and my breasts were not excluded. I sucked in my stomach for the umpteenth time and I held on to the vanity table, that position I was in meant I had to bend down. That gave a very clear view of the exposed sides of the upper slopes of my breasts. My gaze went to Marcus immediately and I was glad I saw it just in time, his eyes hungrily roamed around my chest and his Adam's apple bobbed twice. Hunger traipsed around his eyes like he wanted to reach out and just feel them. God. If only he would do that.I looked down at my chest and stared at him again and his eyes were still on my breasts. The look he gave me made me feel like I was wearing nothing and the thought of that didn't even make me uncomfortable in any type of way. His gaze left my chest suddenly and he walked to drop the platter of food on the nightstand before walking out. That moment was intense. The sound of Gina clearing her throat interrupted my thinking. She'd finished lacing up my corset and now all that was left to do was eat. "My lady, we made a very foolish decision." My brain immediately clicked on what she was saying. I was supposed to eat before putting on that dress. Now, we would have to start the whole process again and I was going to have to take off my dress. Funnily enough, I regretted nothing. Maybe it was because of the little corset drama that happened between Marcus and me.Related chapters
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