Page 72 of Becoming His
He was like a machine. He would probably rather spend the entire evening in bed, and he would still be demanding more. His fingers pulled on the zip as he kissed the top of my neck softly, causing me to shiver as I stepped into my black heels. I smoothed down my dress in the mirror and turned to him nervously.
“Does this look okay?”
His eyes darkened as he stared at me.
“No. Take it off. “
I laughed as he shook his head slowly. Finally, he stood and walked over to me, brushing my hair behind my ears.
“Something is missing,” he mused as he studied me, his cologne making me feel weak with lust. Then, he snapped his fingers, making me jump.
“Hang on; I’ve got it.” He beamed at me, and I smiled at his boyish charm. He pulled his duffel bag onto the bed and searched through it before looking at me with his hands behind his back.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered as my breath caught in my chest.
What is he doing?!
I closed my eyes as he said softly, “Okay, open your eyes.”
I opened my eyes to see him brandishing a small velvet box in his fingers, watching me as I stared at him in astonishment.
“Bailey, what is this?”
He opened it, revealing a pair of diamond earrings that shone under the light, sparkling as he moved the box towards me.
“Deserved,” he murmured, and I gasped, unsure what to say to such a gift.
“Baby, they’re beautiful. Thank you.”
A lump rose in my throat as he tilted my chin to his face, his lips brushing softly against mine.
“I want to make you smile like that a lot more.”
I blinked at him with tears in my eyes.
“You don’t have to buy me anything to make me smile; I don’t get gifts very often. They are so special to me.”
He nodded proudly as he unclipped one earring out of its hole, sliding it into my ear effortlessly as he secured the back. He repeated this with the other before turning me around to the mirror. I couldn’t believe how much they gleamed! I had read about real diamonds and how they shone, but I had never seen one in reality, let alone worn one. Now I had two!
“You enhance their beauty.”
I flung my arms around him as he laughed, spinning me around.
“Let’s go then; we don’t want Ray barking at us.” I smiled as I pulled him behind me down the stairs.
My mom and dad were sitting in the lounge, Mom looking classically beautiful in a deep red dress, floor-length, of course. She was in deep conversation with my dad, who stood by the fireplace in his trusty black suit, his eyes running over me appraisingly before he nodded at Bailey.
“You look lovely, honey. You look dashing too, Bailey,” Mom said as she stood by my dad, who remained stock still, ever awkward in social situations.
Sound familiar?
“You look stunning, Karen. If you don’t mind me saying so, Mr. Aurelle.” Bailey said, and my father smiled thinly as he lifted the wine glass to his lips.
The door opened, and we heard Elijah yawning as he walked in. Then we heard Ray telling him to go into the lounge. He did as she asked, his face staring at us all in surprise as he took in our outfits.
“Happy Birthday, darling!” Mom called as she swept towards him in a flurry of red.
“Ah,” Elijah murmured as he turned his gaze to Ray, who stood beaming beside him as he smiled. “That explains the dress.” He chuckled as he loosened his tie, as Ray smirked. She was breathtaking in her gym clothes, so with her excruciatingly perfect body poured into her emerald green cocktail dress, her tanned skin glittering with gold shimmer, it was hard not to feel inadequate. I stood awkwardly until Bailey squeezed my hand as though to say, it’s alright. I didn’t look at him but squeezed it back as my father spoke.
