Chapter 18 Nova #2
“What is…” Daring to move closer, I lifted a diamond-studded pink fabric with two fingers. There was only a scrap of fabric up top that would barely cover my nipples, then a thin stretchy bit of fabric that connected to the bottom. These scraps were a dress? Half of the bottom seemed to be missing!
“Oh, I love that one, but looking at your face, it seems like that's not the one for this occasion. Maybe when you take someone on a date… to my club?” Her lips tipped up wickedly.
“It would be the perfect dress to fuck in.
You wouldn't even have to worry about it.” She pulled it out and put it up against her body, miming what she was describing.
“Just peel down this part for them to play with your breast, and they can easily push the fabric in the back aside.
Two seconds, and bam! You're ready for entry!”
Grabbing the hanger, I put it back into its spot, tucking it behind another one. “Yeah, so not for this event.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fiiiiiiine. But the next one I pick for you, you put on. Okay?”
After my small, regretful nod, she flew to another rack, sifting through all of the dresses.
“I’m surprised one of your mates isn't here with you,” I said as I fingered a simple black dress with a deep back.
“Oh, Rasmus is always close, whether it's by camera or in person, but since I told him he couldn't hack into your system, he demanded to come with me. Maso came to keep him in check, and they’re both outside. I told them to make themselves busy while we had girl time.” She lifted an emerald green dress just as I pulled out a black one.
“No! You’re not wearing black, navy, tan, or grey tonight. Nothing in your normal color palette!” Like she was showing me what she meant, she plucked a canary yellow monstrosity and put it to the side.
“I’m not—”
She lifted her finger, her teeth clenched. Her normal carefree and sexy aura showed a crack of her frustration. “You will try what I pick for you.”
Seeing that deranged look in her eyes, I nodded, not wanting her to have a meltdown in the middle of my house. I’d just finished this construction six months ago, and I really didn't want to have another bill for this property for at least a couple months.
Throwing my hands up, I moved to sit on the couch, letting her do her thing. You wanted to see if someone was a good fighter, tell you if they could last five rounds, or had the temperament for security work, I was your girl. This was Aniyah’s territory. I just had to trust the process.
Glaring at that yellow dress, I knew it wasn't going to be the one. The process didn't need to tell me that, which meant it was in there out of spite. Great.
It didn't take her long to pick out what she wanted and move us upstairs to my bedroom since it was the only room that had floor-length mirrors.
She handed me the stack of dresses with the ugly yellow one on top and told me to dress in the bathroom area to give her the full reveal effect of me entering the room. Keeping my grimace inside, I took the dresses and went around the corner.
“So,” she called out as my bed creaked, “who are you fucking tonight?”
I stuck my head around the corner. She was lying on the bed, head hanging off the end as she checked out her nails. “How am I supposed to know that in advance? Also, who said I’m fucking anyone tonight? It's a work event.”
This time, she rolled her eyes. “Uuuhhhhhh! Nova! Why can't it be both?!”
Smirking at her, I tugged on that stupid yellow dress then moved to stand before her.
She rolled onto her stomach, her lips rolled into her mouth as she tried to keep in a laugh, then she flicked her fingers at me to go back. “Okay. Okay. You're right. That one's not for you.”
Rolling my eyes, I went back and picked up the next one, which was an off-the-shoulder emerald green dress with a sweetheart neckline. It was full-length with a little flare at the bottom where it touched the floor. It was so silky and girly that I couldn’t help but handle it with care.
“Don’t bother telling me who you’re going with. We both know it’s Zeth,” she droned, annoyance sharpening her tone.
In the middle of zipping up the back, I paused at his name. The person that was once such a standard part of my life felt so distant. Honestly, for a split-second, I doubted that he was going to be there, and that hurt more than I wanted to admit.
“And we all know you’re not fucking him tonight.” Her laugh echoed as I bit my lip and kept quiet. I wasn't going to lie, but I also didn't need to confirm anything, right?
Silence followed. I wanted to move on, so I stepped out, looking down at the dress. “This isn't bad…”
Air rushed around my face, stray strands moving in the wind, and when I looked up, bright pink eyes swirling with a golden hue were an inch from my face, her wings fluttering in the background as she narrowed her eyes on me.
She looked around, eyeing me like she could see through to my soul, and I almost told her to quit it before she blurted out, “Are you telling me that you finally made Mr. Longingly-Waiting-Forever the happiest boy in the whole world?!”
I glared at her, unsure how I wanted to handle this. I didn’t like the disrespect toward Zeth, but at the same time, I was chastising myself for wanting to defend him. It was complicated, so I blew it off. “It’s not a big deal. Nothing's changed.”
She grabbed my face and pushed my cheeks together as she said with certainty, “Everything’s changed.”
I smacked her hands and waved her off, needing to divert her attention from the topic. I tugged down the zipper in the back, nodding my head as I went back. “Okay, so green in the maybe pile.”
Picking up the next dress, I was trying to figure out how I was going to get all the straps around my body when Aniyah rushed in. “Oh, my god. Where? When? How? How long?”
“How long?” I stepped into the dress, but that was as far as I got. The straps fit tightly around my thigh when I tried to yank it up. Nope. Not the right spot, and now my legs were tangled in this thing.
With a huff, Aniyah helped me out of it, yanking the dress from my fingers. “How long? How long was his dick? How long did he last? How long was your orgasm? You know, the normal things.”
“I don’t know…” I shrugged, looking around for an escape route. “Let’s just say long on all accounts.”
She moved the dress around, stretching her arms through it before motioning for my head.
I bowed down as she shucked it over. “Ooohhh, that's what I like to hear! Now you just need a few more!” She tugged the fabric down, brushing the smooth, silky fabric down my body, adjusting a lot of the straps across my boobs.
“Yeah, about that…” I admitted, trying to figure out how to ask her about my current guy problem without telling her too much.
Her jaw dropped, crying out in praise as she did a little dance on her toes until she almost fell flat on her face, me barely catching her in time.
She popped up like nothing happened, whirling around to face me.
“Oh, hell, it's finally happened. There’s so much we need to do! I have to catch you up on all the new sex positions.” She spread her legs far apart before doing a deep squat.
“I’ll give you some tips on how to stretch out that pussy for more than one cock. ”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I threw out my hand. “Calm your ass down. No one said I was going to fuck them all together!”
Her eyes narrowed on me before she threw her hands up in the air. “Why the fuck not? It's amazing. Fucking wonderful. Ten out of ten. Everyone should do it. And this might be the only shot I have to pick out your orgy dress!”
I took a step back, not knowing how to process all the things she just said. “Excuse fucking me?”
She shook her head. “What?! It's not a bad thing! It's just…” She half-heartedly shrugged. “You’re more of a we-need-to-connect-before-we-have-an-orgy type person.”
“Oh, yeah,” I puffed out, a little miffed. “And what are you? A let’s-fuck-as-long-as-I’m-wearing-a-skirt type person?”
Her head bobbed up and down as she counted off her fingers. “I need a hand up my skirt, on my ass, one covering each breast, and a hand around my neck for good measure.”
Slumping my shoulders, I rolled my head around in frustration. “Look, just because I don’t fuck twenty-four-seven doesn’t mean I don’t fuck.” I stopped myself from telling her about Conrad and Nick, both in the forest, in public, where anyone could see us! Not that I wasn't monitoring that as well.
Aniyah’s sweet face scrunched up. “I know that!
If you want to have a one-night stand, you will.
If you want some hot, dirty sex in a bathroom, you will.
What I mean isn't about being sexual, it's about what you want in the end. Sis, you’re the type that wants that sweet kind of affection and loyalty after the sex. The kind that makes your heart melt onto the floor when they give you those bedroom eyes.”
I folded my arms and scoffed. She added, “I want that fervor kind of love, the kind where their hands and eyes can't be off me for too long or they go crazy.” She stepped back and smiled, leaving me in my thoughts as she grabbed something and came back.
Hand in my hair, she twisted strands at one side into a braid, using golden rings as decoration, while she left the other side down and loose.
She was done quicker than I thought possible, then she shoved me into a chair with the order to close my eyes. Soft bristles covered my lids.
“Look,” I huffed, “is it so bad to want someone to love me for me? Inside and out. The woman and the boss?” When she paused, I looked up to see her brows pinched, mascara wand in hand.
“They will. The ones that matter, the ones meant for you… they will. Inside and out.”