Wells dropped an elbow on his shoulder. “Dorian would kill your ass.”
Thatcher appraised me. “Shit, it’d be fucking worth it.”
Wells gave him an expression as if he’d be right for the statement. The fucker even nodded in agreement.
The two were a pair of horny fucks, and I noticed my brother shoved them as the door closed. I heard him say, “Really, man?” after the door cut me off from them, but I could only shake my head. I was currently being led to the visitor’s locker room.
Bow hooked her arm in mine. “Good thing for you I was prepared,” she said, patting my arm. We rounded a corner, and she’d changed the locker room into a fashion studio.
That was really the only way I could describe it. Bow had several outfits hanging, the dresses hooked on the locker doors, and she even had a makeup station on the benches.
Tubes upon tubes of lipstick lined the bench, and her makeup bag was open with more of the same. She had a ton of heels too, and I eyed her.
“Bru helped us with the sizing,” she said, completely giddy. She pumped her fists. “Dorian thought you might need some help, so I’m helping.”
I didn’t know if I should be appalled or flattered. I mean, it was kind of thoughtful he’d gotten all this set up for me, but clearly, he thought I was hopeless. I unhooked a dress. “He bought all this stuff?”
Leaning against the lockers, she passed that off with a shrug. “I mean, I bought everything, but yeah. You like anything?”
I liked it all.
Why is he doing this?
Because he was a control freak, but for some reason, I didn’t mind it. One of the things that had initially stood out about him was his power, his control.
He exuded it.
When the dark prince wanted something, he took it, and part of me hated to admit that turned me on. I hooked the dress. “You pick.”
It was all gorgeous, and I couldn’t.
With free rein, Bow dove right in. She immediately picked a black number with poofy stuff beneath and a plunging neckline. I looked like I was going to prom, but not in a bad way. Honestly, I probably would have picked something similar for myself.
The heels were to die for.
She picked a stiletto that buckled at my ankles. This basically made me look more like a giraffe than I already did, but I didn’t care. They were super cute, and I sat down while Bow applied the final touches. She’d already put my makeup on, but had waited for the lipstick since we hadn’t picked the dress yet.
She decided on a red, and I let her apply it. My phone buzzed while she did.
Ares: Don’t hate D too much for doing this shit. I tried to talk him out of it.
So he had heard about tonight’s… whatever the fuck this was. I smirked.
Me: As you like to say, the jury is still out. I’m currently getting dolled the fuck up by Bow.
I snapped a picture to show him, flipping off the camera when I did. This had Bow eyeing me, but as sweet as she was, she didn’t ask.
Ares: LOL. Right back at you, and good for you. You managed not to look completely hopeless.
I swear to God I didn’t let people get away with talking to me like that, but time and time again, he did. Maybe it was because I was around him enough to know that was just his personality, as weirdly fucked as it was.
Me: Nice, you asshole. Anyway, don’t fuck up your art thing. The guys told me about it.
If he could dish it, he better take it.
Ares: I’m not going to fuck it up. Hard not to. Our shit is awesome.
It was awesome.