Page 100 of The Stranger
“When you stepped off the elevator, and I first saw what you were wearing, I almost swallowed my damn tongue. You looked like a Victoria’s Secret model the way you strutted across the foyer.” He shakes his head like he’s imagining it in real time. “So fucking sexy. I’ve had a semi ever since.”
I believe what he’s saying because I saw the look of pure lust in his eyes as I approached him. His expression made me feel like a goddess.
When Eloise found out about tonight, she said she wanted to make sure I was dressed to kill. I know her motives behind today were aimed at my sister and Kayne, but all that matters to me is what her son thinks. Those other two are not worth my time.
Tonight, I’m wearing a designer aqua blue, strapless, bustier gown, compliments of my Fairy Godmother—namely Spencer’s mother—and holy moly, she didn’t disappoint.
The bodice is tightfitting and flares out at the waist into a flirty miniskirt in front, with a longer, feathery layered back. My legs are bare and my heels match the colour of my dress perfectly.
Although I’m short in stature, the amount of leg on display, and the style of the dress, make them appear so much longer than they are.
I spent the afternoon at Eloise’s place, accompanied by her stylist, hairdresser, and makeup artist. They transformed my long blonde hair into loose flowing waves that cascade down my back, almost reaching my waist. My eye makeup is more dramatic than my usual style, with a dark smoky shadow that beautifully complements the blue dress I’m wearing, but also makes the colour of my eyes more vivid.
By the time they were done working their magic, I barely recognised myself. It was aPretty Womanmoment, and I’d never felt more beautiful in my life. The dress I’m wearing is sexier than anything I’ve ever worn before, but it’s still tastefully classy.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I tell him as I move our conjoined hands to rub over his semihard dick.
It’s my first time seeing him in a tuxedo, and hot damn. I’m torn about which form of him I like best. Three-piece suit Spencer, casually dressed Spencer, naked Spencer, or this version.
“I’d pull over to the side of the road and fuck you right now if I could, but you’re too pretty to mess up. Rest assured, the gloves are coming off as soon as we get home, though. I’m looking forward to unwrapping you.”
“Something to look forward to,” I say.
He doesn’t let go of my hand, which I’m grateful for. He feels like my lifeline, and the closer we get to the venue, the more anxious I become.
“I can feel your hand shaking in mine. It’s not too late to turn around.”
“No, I need to do this. Rip the Band-Aid off, so to speak. I’ve been avoiding these people since the breakup … it’s time. In saying that, though, I don’t think I’d be able to go through with tonight if I didn’t have you.”
“Don’t underestimate your own strength, Delilah. I’ve seen firsthand how incredibly resilient you are.”
He lifts my hand to his mouth and places a soft kiss on my knuckles. “I love you, Spencer Prescott,” I say.
Despite both of us acknowledging that we were falling for each other a few months ago, it wasn’t until the other night that Spencer looked deep into my eyes and uttered the actual words. We were in his giant bathtub, and he was buried deep inside my body as I straddled his lap. I don’t know why I didn’t reciprocate them at the time because I already knew I felt the same way, but in this moment, I feel like it’s something I need him to know.
“Sweetheart,” he breathes, taking his eyes off the road to briefly meet mine. “I love you too.So fucking much.I swear, if anyone upsets you tonight, I’m not sure how I’m going to react.”
“You will act like the perfect gentleman I know you to be.”
He chuckles under his breath. “I believe you were present when I clocked my father on the jaw.”
“Yikes. I forgot about that one. Please don’t clock anyone tonight. The last thing I want to do is start trouble … it’s only going to give them something else to hate me for.”
“For you, I’ll be on my best behaviour.”
“Thank you. Although, if my sister or any of her equally skanky friends set their sights on you, there may be a catfight in my foreseeable future.”
He tosses back his head and laughs. “Now that I would like to see.”
The first thing I notice when we reach the room where the party is being held is the large piece of glass propped on a wooden easel. There is a halo of fresh white roses and greenery surrounding it.“We are engaged. Let’s celebrate Kayne and Abigail”is painted onto the surface.
As we enter the function room, Spencer’s hand tightens in mine as he leans in and whispers, “Breathe, sweetheart. Don’t let these people make you feel any less than the queen you are.”
Seriously, this man.How did I get so lucky?
The lavish decorations inside don’t surprise me. It’s always been the best for Abigail. It’s a stark contrast to the backyard barbeque Kayne and I had when we got engaged.
In front of us is a large archway of gold and white balloons, with warm fairy lights threaded throughout. The gold sequined backdrop sparkles under the lights, and the neon sign that sits in the centre reads“Engaged”.
