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Pose.
The movements carried me and I found my mind quieting. For once I was able to think of only the steps my instructor presented elegantly in front of me. I felt free and the feeling was utter bliss. I soaked it in like a flower in the sun. The dance moves like a concentrated shot of vitamin D to my roots. And for a sun-kissed moment, I could breathe.
And then it was over.
The fifty-minute class went like a breeze in the wind.
It was always over too soon.
Grabbing my dance bag I quickly thanked my professor, before going to grab my spare clothes from the lockers in the back of the room. Plopping on one of the benches I slipped my ballet shoes from my feet and began to rub my aching soles. Briefly, I thought back to Kaleb doing the same, the sigh of ecstasy that had escaped from my lips at his touch. I blush at the memory. The dark-haired boy unable to leave my broken mind even during the daylight.
Shoving my leotard and slippers in the locker, I changed quickly before putting the lock on the metal door and my thoughts of Kaleb. I needed to stop thinking about him. It wasn't healthy and it was only going to get me hurt. I wanted more than he could give me. He only needed me to protect that silly little dirty journal of his and I needed him for protection.
End of story.
End of our story.
I roll my eyes, was it even a story if it didn't have the chance to begin? Hearing the little jingle from the door announcing to the world that I was leaving the dance establishment, I let my feet carry me on autopilot back to my apartment. Kaleb’s bodyguards follow me the whole way home and I pretend I’m not annoyed at their obvious breathing down my neck.
Don't get me wrong, I was thankful for Kaleb's protection, but did they have to be so gosh darn annoying about it?
Flipping my dance bag onto my shoulder I try my best to ignore the pounds of muscle trailing me and by the time I reach my door, my Kaleb-induced thoughts have turned cold as ice, the young crime lord no longer dancing circles around my mind. My Bodyguards take their assigned positions outside my door, and I sigh as I twist my key in my apartment door’s lock before doing the same to the other three I had installed.
Because I guess with a crazy Uncle, dangerous strangers, and dark-eyed gods breaking into my apartment at all hours of the night one could never be too careful.
I think cheekily before finally managing to get my dang door open. I only get two steps inside, however, before tripping on one of the biggest packages I’ve ever seen.
What the hell?
My purse sprawls on the floor and I mutter a curse as I take in the box blocking my entryway. Not only was the thing huge, but the package was beautiful. Wrapped in silver paper, the package stood out like a shooting star in a pitch-black sky. Drawing the eye of believers and desperate well-wishers. And since it was smack dab in the middle of my living room my eyes had no choice but to be assaulted by the sight.
Grabbing the notecard I quickly read the scrawled words written in silver sharpie,
WEAR ME.
A smile cracks across my face. I knew just the devil who had visited my doorstep. The same one whose arms had been wrapped around me for fourteen nights straight. The same one who took the heart from my chest. More like ripped it out and left my heart cavity bleeding and empty.
Waiting to be filled by the one man I could never have.
Wasting no time I shred the wrapper to bits. The shiny paper littering my apartment floor like confetti after an outrageous party. The silvery bits the only speck of light in my otherwise drab apartment.
Tearing out the package's contents, I gasp. The devil had outdone himself. Smoothing out the fabric I stare in awe for inside is the most beautiful midnight blue lace I have ever seen. I pull out the remainder of the ensemble and realizing what the scoundrel had bought me I blush, the color spreading embarrassingly up my neck and across my cheeks.
It was lingerie.
The bastard had gifted me a whole set. Complete with a demi bra, lace thong, and a matching garter belt. I scowl at the dark gods' audacity. Even if it was the most beautiful lace set I’d ever seen that hardly mattered. The gift was wildly inappropriate. And yet somehow I found myself imagining Kaleb's reaction to me wearing it. Would he smirk in that knowing way of his or would he devour me at the rate of someone who had lost all control?
The question swirls through my mind and I almost miss the black velvet pooled at the bottom of the box. Wasting no time my greedy fingers reach for the fabric before pulling it out of the box and another gasp escapes my lips. This time in wonder.
The dress was stunning. Not only that, it was perfect. The velvet off-the-shoulder dress like something Kaleb had hand-plucked from my mind. The teasing short length and a kiss of a sweetheart neckline enveloping the very essence of my style and personality. It was like he saw the person I wanted to be and the soul I was inside and sewed it up into a dress. Had my essence sewn into the thread and tied it all together with the bow of my inner thoughts.
It was perfect.
Attached to the velvet frock was another notecard, this one with an address scribbled on it (in that same blasted silver sharpie) along with a date and time. It seemed my dark prince wanted to meet with me. And according to the date on this card, he wanted to meet with me tonight.
At the Black Mansion.
