Page 122 of Prized Possession

“See you tonight,” I reply, trying to keep the ridiculous grin from my face.

As they’re leaving, I hear Miles ask, “What’s tonight?”

“Mind your own fucking business,” Marcus grumbles.

“Play nicely, boys,” I shout after them, their laughter and swearing fading as the door slams behind them.

I love my classes, but I have an awful feeling today is really going to drag, and I’ll spend the whole time wondering where we’re going tonight. Not to mention, obsessing over what the hell to wear.

Even with the added anxiety, I can’t quite believe I’m going on my first real date…and it’s with the guy I’ve fantasised about for years. Young Chloe is having a massive party right now, that’s for sure.

As I suspected,the day passed by slowly. I was able to throw myself into my class, learning all about creating figures out of fondant.

Initially, I was terrible at it, but by the end of the class, the animals I’d made actually looked like I intended.

Class ran late, which was a blessing in disguise as it meant I didn’t have long to obsess over the date. Marcus had pretty much told me what to wear, I just picked the sexiest versions that I owned.

After showering and shaving my legs, grateful I’d had my waxing appointment just the other day, I start on my make-up. Marcus always says I don’t need much, so I decide to keep it minimal, whilst also making it clear I’ve made an effort.

I use a bit of bronzer to add the colour my pale skin is missing, and blush to temper out my already red cheeks. I use the usual dark colours on my eyes, as the smokey effect makes my silver eyes pop, particularly when I add a little more black liner than usual.

To round it off, I add some deep red lipstick. It’s a dark enough colour to look sexy, without standing out too much, and it makes my lips look soft and plump, which is what I was going for.

After blow-drying my hair, I pull the front parts back and secure them with a small clip, so they won’t be in my face the whole night, but I leave the rest of my hair down.

Marcushas said, on more than one occasion, that he likes when I wear my hair down, and I often find him twirling one of my curls around his finger absentmindedly when we’re laying together. So it was an easy choice, though I do put a hair tie and a clip into my bag, just in case we go somewhere that requires me having it up.

I pull on my black skinny jeans, the ones that are figure hugging enough to show off my curves, and add my favourite pair of Converse. When Marcus said comfy footwear, they were the first ones I thought of, and their black and white design fits with the rest of the outfit.

Since I want to look a little sexy, I opt for a black vest top that swoops just low enough to show a hint of cleavage. Well, it’s actually more than a bit when I add my black lace push-up bra underneath, but Marcus will appreciate it.

I plan on wearing my black hoodie over the top, like he suggested, but I’ll throw that on after he’s seen me like this.

I know he’ll like what he sees, as he’s always telling me how much he likes my body, but he’ll lose his mind when he sees the black lace knickers I have on underneath.

Marcus got home about an hour ago, but we both agreed to get ready in our own rooms. He wanted us to have that reveal that all first dates have, where you see what the person has chosen to wear. I teased him about him being an old romantic, but secretly, I was thrilled by the idea.

Even though I’m not getting as dressed up for him as I could, I still want to have that moment where I get to see what he thinks. And when we both walk into the living room at exactly six, I get the moment I was hoping for.

His mouth falls open, and he looks a little stunned, before he finally finds his voice.

“You look incredible. You know I think you’re beautiful all the time, but I wasn’t expecting you to take a casual dress code and make it so fucking sexy,” he growls, his voice deep and husky as his eyes roam over my body in a way that makes me feel naked.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I reply, and that’s a massive fucking understatement.

He’s wearing dark jeans that hug his thighs, a tight black T-shirt that clings to all his muscles, and black biker boots that match the leather jacket he’s thrown on over the top.

He looks dangerous and sexy, like sin personified, and my heart skips a beat at the thought that this gorgeous man is mine.

“Keep looking at me like that, love, and we’ll never make our date,” he growls, his dark eyesfixed on mine.

He reaches over and takes my hand, quickly pulling me forward, so that I’m right in front of him. He gives me a fierce kiss before pulling away far too soon.

“We should get going. We don’t want to be late.”

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I ask, as Marcus laces our fingers together, pulling me out of the apartment.

“No,” he says, that cocky smirk on his face growing as I nag him the whole time we’re in the lift.

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