Page 131 of Volatile Obsessions

? Acquainted - The Weeknd ?

When Saturday finally rolled around, Suki, Ramsey, and I spent the entire day prepping.

Unfortunately.

They’d dragged me along against my will.

I’d planned on wearing one of my little black dresses and calling it a day, but Ramsey and her hopeless romantic self wouldn’t hear anything of it. She was insistent on manicure’s and pedicure’s, on getting my hair done, a new outfit, new shoes.

Everything.

I wanted to kill her, and I’d expected Suki to side with me on the matter, but she didn’t.

The little bitch betrayed me.

She wasn’t fully on Ramsey’s side of the fence either, but kept reiterating that Ramsey had a point and that it “would be fun.”

Her words, not mine.

Not even half hour into the shopping trip, I was seriously regretting my decision to allow them turning me into their personal life-size barbie for the day. I tried explaining, almost relentlessly, that tonight wasn’t a big deal, but of course, neither one agreed.

“He’s putting time in, Lux.” Suki claimed at one point. “This isn’t a joke to him. That man is playing for keeps—permanent keeps—and you’re the million dollar prize. He’s falling in love with you.”

I’d rolled my eyes so damn hard I’m surprised they didn’t explode from their sockets. But that was all a defense mechanism, because deep down, I knew she was right.

So much had changed between Roman and I in the last several weeks, especially that getting to know you thing I’d been terrified of. At this point, we were way past that.

He knew me, and I knew him.

I’d given myself to him.

He’d staked his claim.

Marked me with his stamp.

There was no turning back now.

I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t scared out of my mind, though.

I know, I should’ve been honest. Should’ve told my girls how I felt and turned to them like the sounding board they’d always been. But this was different in a way I knew neither one could offer a sliver of advice on. They simply had zero experience in this deep of a realm.

Ramsey, maybe, what with her high school sweetheart and all, but not even their tumultuous love affair compared to this.

So why bother trying to explain it when they wouldn’t understand? They’d do nothing but worry, and I hated being fussed over.

Not to mention, it would also give them something to giggle about; how I’d fallen hopelessly in love with the enemy.

How I gave into his charms and dropped to my knees in submission.

No thank you, I’ll pass.

The day went on in much of the same fashion. Either Suki or Ramsey would gush randomly about how exciting this was for me, and I played it off like they were missing one too many screws.

But come 7p.m, I couldn’t hide it anymore.

As I stood there before the large mirror in my bedroom, gazing over my new and polished reflection, the blanched expression on my face gave me away.

They’d asked, obviously.

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