Mia’s pov
Once again, he had refrained from telling me where it was that we were going to, and I was almost tempted to scream at him as I watched him slowly climb down the stairs, gu ask him if he’d die should he actually tell me where it was that we wre going to tonight.
If I had felt like asking him how his wound was fairing, the urge to do that was already out the window at this point.
With an irritated huff, I whirled around and made my way into my bedroom, slamming the door close and sinking down behind it. I contemplated on what I could possible dress up in, in an hour time and then I let out a long sigh because nothing came to mind.
After about ten minutes of still being seated against the door, I reluctantly pulled myself up in order to go get ready, because I remembered that he had asked me to not keep him waiting, which means he’d definitely not be pleased should I delay him at all.
I took a quick shower and decided on a dress which I looked up and down a few times. The dress was silver in color and had a corset lining at the top part of the dress, while the bottom hugged my body fittedly and stopped midtights. I paired it with a silver colored purse, making sure to slip my phone into it before dropping it on the bed while I fished out a silver pair of heels.
As I checked myself out, I wondered if the silver wasn’t too much on me right now. Having no one else to ask for a different opinion, I ended up deciding to switch the silver purse and heels for pink, since the color silver and pink rhyme really beautiful. Lorenzo was only keeping me on his arms to be an eyecandy for all of these functions, and I know I have to play my role properly, which is why I’m currently putting so much effort into actually looking good.
I was fluffing up my hair when my door got shoved open to reveal Lorenzo decked in a pair or silver shoes, making it seem like we had both planned on matching beforehand. I wanted to make a comment on it as I felt his eyes roving over every inch of my body, but I decided against it because it felt like Lorenzo wasn’t in the mood for any sort of teases right now.
He beaconed me over and traced his thumb over the curve of my collarbone once I was standing before him, with a thoughtful expression on his face. When he pulled away, his face gave nothing away, and then he began to lead the way out, and I quietly fell into steps behind him.
As we stepped into the gathering, I held on Lorenzo’s hand gently while smiling at each flash of camera, hoping they’d all get my best angles.
Lorenzo mentioned that this particular gathering was about the celebration of something in particular which I couldn’t got the life of me still remember, but I guess that didn’t mind since it wasn’t like I wasn’t going to be doing anything important here apart from being a toy on Lorenzo’s arms.
As I watched Lorenzo interact, I wondered if the hand which is definitely still healing is still hurting or if It wasn’t hurting any longer.
I accepted the drink handed to me and acted like I took a sip, when I definitely wouldn’t do that, for my own safety, like Lorenzo had reminded me a few times. Although, I do feel like I need a drink tonight.
When Lorenzo left to take care of something, I found myself exchanging small talks with a girl whom ended up by my side, mainly because she looked as young as I am, along with the welcoming face on her.
When everyone began to dance, Lorenzo and I moved to the dance floor. It felt like the air between us was sparking and I felt lost in his swirl of his cologne as we moved around slowly, chest almost brushing together. The feeling of his fingers pressing into my waist as we danced was enough to make me feel lightheaded, especially when I remembered that evening when he gripped my waist while delivering firm spanks on my buttcheeks.
With my hands around his neck, I contemplated asking him how his arm was, but I decided against it, leaving the silence to keep stretching out between us while our eyes remained locked throughout the entire dance.
By the time the music ended, I hadn’t realized when and how we got physically closer, all I realized was that only a few inches was separating our lips, which made color flood my cheeks as I hastily pulled away and fleed after excusing myself, taking refuge in the restroom moments later.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror and questioned what had almost just transpired between Lorenzo and I on the dance floor between us. I let out a long sigh and pressed my hands against my burning cheeks for a few moments while trying to get my breathing pattern under control.
Once I had spent over five minutes in the restroom, I decided to get back out before Lorenzo began to search for me.
But, before I could leave, a few more women entered the restroom, blocking the entrance with their bodies.
I instantly noticed the girl in the midst who obviously led the rest in here.
It was Lily.
Lily had her hands folded around her middle and if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under right now because she was currently glaring at me right now like I had stolen her favorite doll while growing up.
“Here’s the shameful bitch.” She sneered after a few more moments, and I felt a laugh bubbled up my throat at once because I couldn’t believe she had the right to be calling me that right now.