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For the rest of the day, I stay in my room and have Jones bring in my food as I don’t want to go and speak to Cahill. Jones is cool about it. We have agreed next week I will start to help with dinner to give me something else to do besides the social media page and read.

Around three o’clock, just after my cup of tea and biscuit, someone raps on my door. Before I can ask who is it? Two girls, who look like super models, stroll in, with ten suitcases stacked on a trolley. The men employed by Cahill must be getting their work out today after carrying the cases up the stairs for the ladies. Glad it is them instead of me. What are they bringing me? Should I be worried?

“Hey, Sophie. I’m Ciara, and this is Aoibheann, she is my assistant. We are here to make you even more beautiful than you are already. I don’t think we will need to work too much magic on you, but we need to get started if I am to have you ready by half past six,” she tells me while unpacking her load of crap.

I stay seated until I am summoned over to the crazy lady. Ciara is in her forties, blonde. She looks like someone's mother with her style of a flowery blouse and high waisted wide leg jeans, and she is bossy too. Aoibheann is in her early twenties like me. She looks scared of Ciara, but I can tell she enjoys her job, she hasn’t stopped smiling since she arrived. She keeps looking in awe at my room. If only they knew the truth! I doubt there is any chance they would help me, besides, Cahill did warn me, so I won't bother.

“Right, Sophie. Can you strip down to your underwear? We are going to pamper you today. So just sit and relax. I even brought bubbly to help!” Ciara says with a gorgeous smile on her face.

“Yea, no bother. What are you planning to do to me today?” I am only a little interested, and slightly worried. I haven’t been pampered before.

“We are going to give you a facial, do your make-up, hair, and then dress you in a stunning gown that Cahill picked out for you.”

What can I say? I get into the armchair and let the ladies work their magic. The afternoon goes quickly. Ciara and Aoibheann are both very funny and have me in stitches for most of the afternoon. I kind of forgot I am getting dolled up for a very important event with Cahill.

I can see Aoibheann and I becoming friends, she likes books, pink gin and girl’s nights in. We swap numbers before they go. I am not allowed to see myself until they leave. Ciara likes you to get the full effect without her there to persuade your opinion. She stays in her car outside until someone waves her off in case I need her to come back and fix something.

They leave the room and I finish my glass of bubbly. I turn around and look at myself. Well, I think it’s me. Only I don’t look like me, the woman in the mirror is a model, she looks confident in her skin. My hair is pulled to my right side with a braid across the front and it falls into loose soft curls, little diamond clips in the braid to give some sparkle. I have one long drop earring, just a strand of diamonds in my left ear and a simple stud in the right ear. My make up is very simple, smoky eyes but Ciara has added false lashes, which makes my eyes pop. My lips are a light pink shade lippy, with a little gold glitter to them. I am starting to think Ciara and Aoibheann like sparkle.

My dress is black, it’s low plunge at the front and back, figure hugging and floor length, thin straps on the shoulders and it has gold sequins climbing from the bottom fading into the dress. I have champagne glitter platform sandals on to walk in, if I can walk. To finish my look is a simple gold watch on my left wrist, gold diamond bracelet on my right wrist and a gold sequin clutch bag. I keep staring at myself until I hear another rap at my door, Jones walk in.

“Wow. You look stunning, Sophie. I will send Ciara on her way.”

“Thanks, Jones. Should I go downstairs with you, now I’m ready for Cahill?” I blush. I don’t think I am stunning.

“Sure. I will take you down. Would you like my arm to hold on to?”

“Thank you, Jones.”

We both head out of my room to head downstairs to wait for Cahill. On the walk Jones is telling me jokes to try to get me to relax and stop squeezing his arm to death; it’s the heels, I can't walk in them. As we make our way down the stairs, I can see Cahill standing at the bottom talking to brute and his friend. I haven’t seen them in a few weeks. I wonder why they are here. Liam sees me first and lets out a low whistle that makes me go bright red. Cahill spins around and joins in with the whistling. Why can’t they both go away? I am so embarrassed. This time Jones squeezes my hand on his arm to reassure me.

“You look stunning, Sophie,” Cahill whispers to me as he grabs my hand from Jones. Now I am standing in front of him I can take him in, he is wearing a black tuxedo with a gold bow tie, gold square in his suit jacket pocket to match me. I have never had anyone go to this much effort before, not even at my prom. I have to admit, he looks panty dropping gorgeous.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I say shyly, and he laughs.

“Oh, doll, good job I don’t need my ego stroked. Come on, Liam and Jonathon will be with us tonight, just to keep an eye out for anything. They will be travelling behind us.” He leads me out of the house where there is a limo waiting for us.

“Oh my God! A limo! I’ve never been in one! This is so cool! Thanks, Cahill!” I lean up and kiss his cheek while I am still doing a little shimmy because I am so excited to be in a limo. Cahill laughs at me again. He looks so carefree, like the time we went on a picnic last week. If he keeps doing things like this, and acting like this, I think I am going to struggle to walk away in three weeks.

Once we’re in the limo Cahill sits across from me on his phone texting away. I don’t mind, I am too busy taking in the limo and looking outside. It’s a clear evening, it’s still bright. I feel like I am Cinderella heading to a ball. This limo is nearly making me forget Cahill ignored me all week. The journey only lasts twenty minutes or so, it flies by in no time for me.

Cahill steps out, and then reaches back in to help me out. What a gentleman, he is smiling at me, and honestly, I feel like a princess. We link arms and walk to the hotel that is holding this dinner. A red carpet is rolled out and loads of photographers snap away. I have no idea why we are here, but I won't ask. While we are queuing inside to get to our seat, Cahill whispers into my ear, “Are you wearing the thong that was sent to you?”

I blush as I look at him. I nod my head once to say yes. Why does he want to know? Then, not even a second later I feel a vibration go off in the thong I am wearing, under my dress! I bite my lip to try to look calm. Did he do that? I look into his eyes, and he is a grinning, his eyes are so playful and hooded. It’s him, he has the control.

“Be a good girl tonight and we can have fun. Be a naughty girl and you won't like what I can do,” he whispers in my ear before nibbling my ear lobe. The act alone nearly makes me cum, never mind the vibrations going on. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stops. I was so close. Oh, he knows it as he is sniggering beside me. I glare at him.Oh!How I want to kick him in the balls right now, but I need to be good girl. Can I last a night of torture in its best form? There are hundreds of people here for the evening, I still don’t know what it is about, and I don’t care. The women are all dressed in floor length gowns and look stunning. Each round table has eight people seated at it, mainly all couples. Once we get to our table, Cahill doesn’t speak to anyone, just keeps looking at me.

“Hey, Cahill. Who is this pretty little pet you have with you tonight? Not like you to bring a date.” The man laughs. He is small and chubby, the suit does nothing to help him, but the woman on his arm is all legs and toned, why she is with him I will never know.

Cahill turns and smiles sweetly, in a kind of creepy way too. “At least I didn’t have to pay for my date, James. Now if you want to talk business come see me on Monday. You should know better.” James goes bright red with anger and turns in his seat to talk to someone else. I don’t think Cahill likes him. Did James pay for his date? Is that actually a thing? I thought it was illegal. Clearly not.

We get through dinner with no one else talking to us. Cahill and I just chat about the food, the hotel and normal stuff, his hand is always touching me somewhere on my skin. I can’t lie, I love it, it makes me feel special. Just as dinner wraps up, I feel the vibrations. It makes me sit up straighter and I grip the chair for dear life. I am trying to stay still and act like I am calm. I am anything but calm.

“Mm, I like this look on you, Sophie,” Cahill whispers in my ear as he sweeps my hair out of the way, and then it stops again. I let a long breath out. As I am about to take a sip of my drink he starts them again, watching me very closely. I briefly close my eyes then try to have a sip in an attempt to gain control.

“My good girl,” he purrs.

“Please don’t tease me too much, Cahill,” I whine at him.

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