Damaged Love - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,46
I reached behind me, over my shoulder. I wasn’t sure how I did it, but I got hold of the zipper and pulled it up.
“Ha!” I cried out.
I managed to get the dress on all by myself. Zipper and all.
The dress was perfect too.
I felt comfortable in it. I felt pretty in it.
It didn’t show off too much of anything, yet I still felt good in it.
The shoulder straps weren’t too thin or thick.
The top didn’t pull down and hang off my chest. The hip area wasn’t too tight.
Everything was perfect.
Because it was the dress I wanted.
I smiled as I stared at myself in the mirror.
I pictured Noah, Easton, and Xavier all debating on which dress I was going to wear. They were hoping for some kind of answer based on the dress. Like I was going to choose one of them.
This idea was better.
Much better.
It was absolutely fucking perfect.
I was so excited that I did a twirl.
I stopped halfway so I didn’t end up dizzy.
I let out a scream.
I didn’t realize Talon was in my bedroom.
He let out a long whistle, which made my cheeks turn bright red.
I stood in place, knowing there was nothing I could do about it now.
He had caught me twirling in a dress.
Oh well, right?
“You put that on for me?” Talon asked.
“Again… you can’t call or text?” I asked.
“I like the element of surprise, darling,” he said.
“Well, you’re going to be surprised one day when you break into my house and I call the cops.”
“Break in?” Talon asked. He laughed. “The window is unlocked and open.”
“I didn’t invite you in.”
“Oh, you know you did,” he said. “Stop playing games, Winter.” He pointed to the dress. “What’s that all about?”
“My plan,” I said. “I have my own plan in place too, Talon.”
“Good for you,” he said. “I mean… you look amazing.”
“I do?” I asked.
I touched my hips.
“Yeah, you do,” he said. “It fits you perfectly. You’re wearing that around those assholes?”
“I am. I going to a thing with them.”
“One girl, three guys,” Talon said. “That’s a hell of a date. How does that work?”
“I don’t know.”
“So if you’re wearing a dress, and it’s some fancy Bump party, what about the music?”
“What music?”
Talon laughed again. “Fuck, Winter, are you sure you didn’t hit your head for real? And forget shit? You Bumps love your music. Any time you have a party, big or small, there’s always music playing. So when it comes to dancing… who are you going to dance with?”
“That’s your worry?” I asked.
“What about the slow songs,” Talon said. He moved closer to me. “There’s three of them. One of you. Eyes all over the four of you. It can get touchy real fast, Winter.”
I swallowed hard. “That’s not my problem. They invited me.”
“But who would you choose?” Talon asked.
His hands touched my hips.
He started to sway like he wanted to slow dance with me.
I almost caught myself putting may hands to his shoulders.
Instead, I smacked his hands away and backed off.
“That just proves my point,” I said.
“What point?” he asked.
“The dress works,” I said. “I have you ready to dance with me to no music. You’re thinking about taking the dress off me. Right?”
Talon smiled. He put his hand out. “Time to pay up, darling. So we can talk.”
“You can never just come here as a friend, can you?”
“No,” he said. “We aren’t friends, Winter. We never will be either.”
“You know, I can’t wait until I pay you for the last time. Or they find out you were part of this and beat the living shit out of you.”
Talon touched his chest. “Love you too.”
Talon stuffed his money into his back pocket.
He walked to my dresser and leaned against it.
“So you’re going to drive them wild with that dress, huh?” Talon asked. “You’re going to break their hearts too. What about your heart?”
“I don’t have a heart,” I said.
“Yes you do. I’ve felt your heart racing before, remember?”
My cheeks blushed for a few seconds. “Well done, Talon. You basically dry humped a Bump. Good for you.”
He smiled. “That’s a lot more than most Trocs ever get from a Bump.”
“You came here to talk about that?”
“No,” he said. “Just wanted to throw some more info at you.”
“I’m listening,” I said.
I sat on the edge of my bed, still wearing the dress.
“They’re all shady investors, darling,” Talon said. “No money made is really green. It’s black. Or red. It’s dirty as anything. They just have the power to keep it clean. You know?”
“No. I don’t