Page 19 of Sinful Chains

Come 5 o’clock, I guess we were both gonna be sweating.

“Black tie, formal, semi-formal?”

My new best friend Juliana rolled out a rack full of dresses, all arranged by occasion, then color.

The moment I stepped inside of Diosa, I was enveloped in an atmosphere of quiet luxury—something that’s often hard to find in Miami. We’re loud and proud here, no shame in our game. But I found this little gem tucked away near a restaurant I frequent and thought it looked like the perfect place to make Storm sweat.

“It’s semi-formal,” I said to Juliana. “But I wanna be on point.”

Because I had three whole dates to impress. That’s serious business.

The amber and vanilla candle-scented air wafted past my nose as Juliana stepped in front of me with three beautiful choices; red, pink, and black.

“Can I try all three?”

“Of course!” she said, smiling brightly. “You can try on every dress in this store if that’s what it takes.”

Music to my ears.

The lighting in here was perfect. Soft, but purposeful, casting the most flattering light imaginable. Staring at myself in the floor to ceiling mirrors in the private dressing area, I looked like a piece of art. I turned left, right, around to see the back…not a bad angle in sight.

Between the three, the red one was calling my name. I wondered if I should wear red to a wedding, as fine as I am, but then I thought about Storm.

I checked the price tags.

Coincidentally, the red one cost the most.

A smile spread across my face.

When I exited the dressing room, Juliana rushed over, ready to earn her commission.

“This one,” I murmured, handing over the red dress. “But I need to take a picture and send it to my…boyfriend.”

She nodded approvingly as she held it up in front of her. “It’s a statement piece. He’s gonna love it.”

I pulled out my phone, snapped a pic, then sent it off to Storm, wondering what his response would be, or if he’d respond at all.

Seconds later, my phone vibrated.

Storm

Beautiful. Can’t wait to see it on you. And off you

I felt warm all over, but it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t sweating yet.

“He likes it,” I said to Juliana. “I think I might need some shoes to go with it.”

“Follow me.”

She lead me straight to the Louboutins. Far be it for me to argue, I tried on several pairs before settling on a strappy gold pair. High. Classic. Devastating.

Juliana took a picture of me from behind.

Storm

Damn. Sexy af

My dick so fkn hard rightnow

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