Page 25 of The Spare
Fuck. It felt so good to say that.
But Mason, I don't have anything to wear! -Mel
Don't worry, I've already messaged Teresa. She'll have something to you in a couple hours. I'll be there by seven to pick you up. -Mase
I grab my things and then head out to prepare for tonight's ball. As I'm sliding into my car, my phone dings twice.
But you know I can't stand anything she dresses me in! –Mel
And what about my hair? -Mel
I scoff as my fingers fly over the keys on my phone. Though she can't stand dressing up for these events, she looks incredible every time.
Don't worry about your hair. Wash and wear it natural tonight. And smoke out your eyes. -Mase
My cock jerks in my pants at imagining the vision I no doubt will be staring at all night, and I rev the engine hard, pulling out of my spot and setting course to a jewelry store where I pick her out a diamond necklace that costs a small fortune and a matching diamond bracelet.
Still not satisfied, I walk over to the ring section to find her a simple diamond. A princess cut wedding ring snags my attention. The thought of sliding a token of ownership on the woman I've wanted for what feels like my entire life makes my body warm, and I fight a plethora of emotions as I stare at the glass case, wondering which one she'd like.
Knowing Melody, she'd want a ring she wears everyday to be simple, and I see just the one. It's perfect for her.
I motion the clerk back over.
"See something else, Mr. King?" she asks politely.
"That princess cut ring on the fourth row. How much is it?"
She pulls it off its stand and glances at the little tag. "Seventy-thousand, sir."
I nod, glancing at the other options. "And what about that singular infinity diamond?"
"Fifteen grand." She peeks up at me through her lashes, utilizing her seduction skills to try and garner more commission.
"I'll take them both. I need them sized, though. She's a six."
She nods, taking the rings to the back. And by the time she comes back I've picked out my wedding band. Feeling significantly lighter in the pocket, I pay for all the pieces and am back on the road headed home.
If I thought this morning was a torturous one, it'snothingcompared to how I feel right now. I'm in my own personal brand of hell being choked out by a little something called lust. It wrapped itself around me in an unyielding, merciless grip the moment she opened her dorm door dressed in a strapless baby pink floor-length gown with a sweetheart neckline.
A matching shawl graces her elbows, her skin gleams, and her eyes are smoked out perfectly. They drag slowly down my body, setting me on fire and causing my already stiffening cock to harden to the point of pain.
"You look…. amazing," she says, licking her bottom lip.
"And you look good enough to eat, butterfly," I say with a smirk. "All innocent in that pink."
She blushes, faffing nervously with the skirt. "Well, Teresa says I can't keep it. It's on a loan."
"Hm. What a shame," I retort. "Now, will you please let me in so I can give you your presents?" Her eyes snap to mine before landingon the three boxes in my hand and she opens her door further, stepping to the side so I can walk in.
I place the bracelet and jewelry boxes on the little side table and turn back to her.
"Mason," she chastises me. "You know you don't have to-" her words trail off, and her eyes go wide as saucers when I open the box with the diamond necklace. The tiny light inside illuminates it just right, making it sparkle. Her breath catches in her throat. "Oh my God,Masey…"
Though she typically can't stand clothes, she's a slut for jewelry.
I arch my brow, taking the necklace out and placing it carefully around her neck. I bring out the bracelet and clasp it around her left wrist, then pull out the ring. A gorgeous cushion cut diamond.
She holds out her left hand, but I tsk, shaking my head. "The right one, please." As she switches, I cradle her hand delicately in mine and slide the ring ever so slowly on her ring finger. It's a perfect fit.
