"Net. Nope sorry you fucktard Russians, I refuse." I muttered childishly as I stared into the mirrior at my reflection.
It wasn't a dress, it was a shirt.
It was unbelievably short, it came a good six inches above my knees.
It was black, strapless, and it looked really expensive, which really didn't make any sense to me because if you have a small amount of clothing its suppose to cost less right?
like those cute little shoes that are meant for toddlers that you'd see at Target or something.
but not with this dress, it was black and very very revealing.
I want to just crawl under the bed and scream.
"You look kinda hot, I don't see what the problem is? look me and Slayer got you pretty little makeup and hair shit, you can be like a barbie." Xavier said with an all-too innocent smile.
I flipped him off.
"Come on Grey, you got a nice body, its time to show it off." He shrugged as he pushed a lock of chocolate hair out of his eyes, and sat at the edge of the bed.
I walked over to the paper bag and peered in.
sure enough they got everything, and good brand names too.
"How'd you know what to get?" I frowned.
his lips pulled up into a proudful grin.
"Cute little blonde check-out girl" he licked his lips.
I quickly decided not to say anything more on the subject, instead I shooed him out, and began to get ready.
I curled the tips of my dark red hair, and slid product in.
did my makeup dark- and
eyelashes covered with false lashes
left my pale skin alone, considering
Jesus
on, to bring out my hair, and to finsish it off slid on some bronze
feeling a very rare moment of
it was soon replaced with dread when I saw the shoes I was suppose to
seen, with their 6 inch heel heel, it almost made me
roll of toilet paper, and I can take apart an AR-15 and
main living room, holding the heels in one hand, and
and Slayer sat on the couch, watching TV,
like dehydrated dogs, both of their eyes trailed along
kinda fucking good. svyatoye der'mo. holy shit." Slayer
not wearing these" U said as I held the stilettos for them to
into
I can't walk in these, its
look fine
and stomped my foot childishly,
couch, and grabbed the shoes from
over the heel, and studied
shrugged and handed it back to me, "Looks fine to me. You're a trained assassin, you've killed people...and you're telling me
"Big shoe" I corrected.
my point is that you are wearing those shoes, I don't give
Fuckingfuckingfuckingfucking.
sound just like Sin." I
voice from the hotel room entry
there he was, dressed in a black satin
wore dark dress pants, and his bottom lip
he looked breath taking.
saw me staring at him, and laughed "Like what you
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