Page 29 of Reaper

I chuckled.

I loved how easy he was.

When I unlocked the door and yanked it open, the effort of getting that bastard corset on was worth it.

His eyes ran over me several times, with his mouth dropping open.

“Oh, no,” he said before he tried pulling my corset up.

I smacked his hands.

“You’re not leaving the apartment dressed like that,” he snapped at me.

“You do realise these are your mum’s clothes, right?”

He looked as if he was about to puke, making me laugh.

“She doesn’t—You’re—” he broke off and gave up speaking when he lifted his hands to his chest, gesturing at my breast size.

He frowned.

“Actually, I have something that might help,” he said, striding towards the living room.

I followed his crazy ass.

He was bent over the coffee table and pulling open a box. He turned around holding a club vest, but it was smaller, and it had the Club skull and the burning Sai’s, but it had Property of Reaper on it.

He was still frowning, and I scowled at him.

“It will cover your tits up if they end up popping out,” he said.

I glared at him, but he wasn’t joking. He was serious.

“What?”

“This is how you are giving it to me?” I asked, crossing my arms, but it only pushed my tits precariously higher.

His eyes dropped down to my breasts, and his lips tightened.

“Damn, straight I am,” He said before coming over and pulling my arm out to put it on me.

“There is going to be another Club here tonight,” he snapped at me before he tried to button the damn thing up.

“Ah-Ah-Ah,” I said, smacking his hands away again. “I will go downstairs naked, wearing only the vest, if you try and cover me up one more time,” I snapped back at him.

He scowled at me, and I could tell he was getting angrier by the second.

“I can just lock you up again,” he said as he narrowed his beady little eyes at me.

“Yeah, do it because I won’t be so nice this time round,” I said with a sweet smile he didn’t know I had several weapons that Angel had given me.

“I don’t see what the problem is. I’m covered up now,” I said, lifting my hands up in exasperation.

I decided to change tactics because his face was still like a torn-faced dickhead. Walking closer to him, I wrapped my arms around his neck which was surprisingly easier wearing heels.

“I know how to behave. You know how bad my previous company was. I promise I will only flirt with you and sit on your lap tonight. You are the only man I will do everything with tonight. Not that you deserve it. You don’t appreciate the effort I made for you.”

It was a nice touch because his face softened.

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