Page 143 of Aftersome
From blow-drying to curling, I fell into a groove of getting myself ready. Then once I had perfected my hair, I moved on to my makeup where I decided to take a risk and go for a more temptress look.
Winged eyeliner, painted lips, I wanted something different. And once I was finally all finished, black dress on, a spritz ofperfume down the length of me, and some black flats, I stopped in front of the bathroom mirror to get a full view of myself.
And what I saw nearly knocked me onto my ass.
I looked beautiful.
I looked like a happy thirty-something-year-old woman who had finally found a reason to smile.
My hair was hanging low in big bouncy curls, while the skintight dress hugged every small curve that I had.
I was eager to see Mal’s reaction.
With one last look, I sauntered out of the bathroom and down the stairs where I found Mal tucked away in the kitchen sitting at the table. His head was tilted downward in concentration as he appeared to be writing in what looked to be a journal.
The brown leather journal I had found in his drawer.
His dark brows were bent together as if he were figuring out in his head what to write. He looked adorable all hunched over and focused. I didn’t want to disturb him.
Then as his head shifted, so did his attention, and almost immediately his stare had caught mine standing just inside the kitchen.
His back went ramrod straight. Eyes that were once engaged, had now dimmed. He looked seconds away from pouncing. From laying his claim, but instead he remained stiff.
“Do I look okay?” I asked on a lifted brow and slightly uneasy tone. Still, his taut expression and clenching arm muscles were the only reactions I was getting from him.
Along with his dilated pupils that were peeking through his lashes. Other than that, he wasn’t giving me much.
Then just when I was about to ask him what was wrong, he pushed out of his chair and rose up onto his feet. Not once did he look away from me.
With determined steps, he ate up the distance between us, all the while eye fucking me the entire distance. My spine straightened until he stopped just where the tops of our toes lightly brushed together.
“Doe…” He groaned in agony as his stare scaled the length of me. “Fuck, you’re trying to get me in trouble tonight, aren’t you?”
My red-stained lips went wide.
“Is that your way of saying I look good?” I teased, causing the tortured look across his face to worsen.
As if afraid to touch me, he reached a hesitant hand out and grazed the back of his hand along the satin fabric of my dress.
I held in a moan.
“This is my way of saying no one better fuckin’ look at you the wrong way tonight, Doe.” The possessiveness in his tone had my whole body breaking out into a shiver.
I loved this side of him.
“And how will you look at me?”
I leaned into his body, causing his chest to puff out on a hiss.
“Like you’re mine. Like you’ll always be mine.”
Grinning up at him, I reached for the collar of his shirt and swiftly yanked him toward me.
“Tell me I look beautiful, Mal,” I ordered, just as he always demanded that I tell him that I was his.
His eyes twinkled in amusement at my attempt to be bossy.
“You look beautiful, baby.”
