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Chapter 17 - Marian
Three Days Later
I couldn't recall the last time I went on a date with someone. It was perhaps over a year ago, and I couldn't remember with whom. It wasn't necessary, not anymore. I’d told Dorian to give me three days for our date so I could find a dress, and I got the perfect one.
Of course, he'd waited outside the store while I got it, but I was bubbling with excitement, the most excited I’d felt in over a week. I was no longer a single woman!
I frowned.
No, that wasn't true. Dorian and I were—dating? We were starting fresh, so we were dating, and I was all for it. Amid this mess with Isaac, something good came out of it. Dorian and I found each other again.
We were already on that path, but maybe I would have dragged things out longer than necessary due to fear. I was yet to tell him I loved him, but I was going to take my time getting to that. I wanted to say it when saying it wouldn’t take effort.
That aside, as of late, when at work, I jumped at the slightest sound, but tonight I was going on a date with Dorian, and I was going to take the time to relax.
Relaxing once outside the pack and out of Dorian's presence wasn't possible for me these days, not after Isaac popped up two days ago, and now he'd vanished again. I'd wanted an escape the other day, some fresh air, and look what it led to?
I'd be getting that tonight, but with Dorian by my side, I couldn't wait.
I applied the red lipstick I bought and ran a hand down my slick dress. Turning from side to side, I twisted the dress to fix it as I wanted and smiled.
It was a red dress with thin straps which stopped above my knees. The sides at my waist were gathered, giving the appearance of the dress being crushed and accentuating my tiny waist. My matching gold earrings and a necklace that dipped between my breasts to vanish into my dress, topped off the look, and my hair was straightened.
I felt amazing.
I picked up my gold purse, dropped my phone inside, and went downstairs. Dorian was already waiting on me, and I was excited to see him all dressed up. For our first date years ago, he'd taken me here.
He'd decorated the entire house, and I'd given it up that night. We'd planned to have dinner here and then catch a movie in town we were both waiting to see, but we never made it. As a virgin, giving myself away on the first date was crazy, and Dorian was hesitant, but even then, I'd known what I wanted.
I’d always been someone that loved willingly because I believed love was the singular most beautiful thing. Then I learned it was just as painful.
I supposed there had to be a balance, but I’d always felt an urge to wait, to not give myself to just anyone, and while it created issues in some relationships before Dorian, it never felt right. I didn’t care about losing anyone once they became angry that I wasn’t ready to have sex.
It was my body and my choice, and pushing me to do something I didn't want to do was a major red flag. I always fought back when people tried to control my decisions, but with Dorian, I felt that sensation I was waiting for right away, a need I’d never felt before.
When I descended the steps, and our eyes met, I stopped.
“Wow,” I said, and his face went blank while looking me up and down.
“Goddess,” he said under his breath and walked to the stairs. He reached out to me. “How are you so beautiful?”
I took his hand, and he helped me down, my face warming with a blush.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I said, practically eating him alive with my eyes.
Dorian was wearing an all-black tuxedo, his face was cleanly shaven, and his hair, although wavy, was combed back. A few stubborn strands brushed his forehead, and I moved one away.
“You smell fucking divine,” he growled, but he was one to talk.
I was on the verge of drooling. It was unheard of for someone to look this good.
In this tuxedo, he would be the center of attention for every woman tonight. His dark eyes, the tattoo on his neck peeking out from beneath his jacket—everything tied together to give him an air of elegance with a touch of mystery and, not to mention, danger.
He held my waists and squeezed, and I slapped his hands. "Down boy, we have reservations, don't we, and you haven't told me where we're going."
As much as I’d love for him to rip my dress off, I wanted to get out of this house. We’d get to that later.
"You'll see when we get there," his eyes dipped to my ass when I stepped away, and his phone started ringing.
