Page 45 of Magic or Madness

I swear, he does the nicest things for me, and it leaves me in awe every single time.

“Thank you, Ozzy.” I stand on my tip-toes, kissing his cheek one last time before he leaves to shower.

I try each dress on, and they’re all vastly different, like he couldn’t decide which style I’d go for, and I love him even more for giving me options.

The pink one is knee-length, with a modest neckline, and makes my ass look huge, but something about it doesn’t seem like the right fit for tonight.

Next, I try on the black sequin dress, liking how it flows around my curves and sits mid-thigh. It’s sleeveless, though, and I don’t have a bra to go with it.

The last one is silver, and shimmers in the light like a disco ball. The plunging v-neck shows off my cleavage, but the dress barely covers my ass, and I feel exposed.

Just as I’m about to settle for the pink one, Ozzy walks into the room and audibly gasps.

“It’s too much, isn’t it?” I say, feeling self-conscious and slightly embarrassed, my cheeks flushing with heat.

Suddenly, the room feels overwhelmingly hot, but before I can freak out, Ozzy sighs, drawing me back to him.

“Not at all. You look fucking incredible, Fallon,” he whispers, slowly walking toward me with his eyes fixated on me, filling with lust.

I feel that flutter in my belly, again, the one that reminds me that he’s areal fucking man, and I’m so dangerously obsessed with him.

“It’s so short, and revealing, though.” I attempt to tug at the dress to cover up, slightly turning back to the mirror to see if I made any progress.

“Do you like it?” Ozzy growls, his voice dropping so low I almost jump, but that fierceness in his eyes brings me back to the moment.

“I love it. I don’t want any guys giving me attention, though. It’s too much, and I’m sure it’ll attract the creeps.” I start pulling the straps down so I can change, but Ozzy has other plans.

“Wear whatever you want, Bambi. I know how to fight,” he whispers, tilting my chin upward to meet his gaze.

Heat immediately flushes me, the same way I felt earlier tonight when he sucker-punched my boss for getting handsy.

Ozzy can, and will, fight for me if necessary.

That thought turns me on, giving me a confidence booster, too, and I decide to wear the dress proudly.

“My savior,” I tease, trailing my fingers across his jawline.

“Curl your hair the way I like,” he orders, slapping my ass hard, causing me to scream his name. “Good girl.”

He bites his lip as he leaves the room, winking at me as the door closes behind him.

Fuck.

I’m insanely turned on, and I have a feeling Ozzy won’t stop teasing me well into the night.

Outside the door, I can hear the guys getting rowdy, the drinks already hitting them, and I know I’m in for an interesting time tonight.

Once I’m satisfied with my hair and makeup I grab my drink and join everyone in the living room, ignoring the whistles and hollering from the guys. Ozzy meets me halfway, taking me by the hand and twirling me around in the middle of the room. My purple hair spins with me, shining in the light, and showing off the curls I did just for my man.

I feel like a Goddess, and he’s my God.

“Better watch out, Fallon. Oz might knock someone out if they even breathe in your direction,” Oliver laughs, and I shrug, not caring if that’s what it comes down to.

“He’s already punched one creep for me today, what’s a few more?” I quip, and Ozzy dips me down.

“That smart mouth drives me wild,Bellissima,” he says before kissing me, hard, in front of everyone.

Another way for him to claim me, and I love every second of it. My mind is hazy, my cheeks are flushed, and he has me right where he likes me.

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