SAKUSA AND THE GIRL WERE GETTING READY for the night of the charity function. As the raven-haired man stared at his reflection in the mirror, he noticed something seemed to be missing from his ensemble. He went over to her bedroom, knocking on the door. "Come in," she chirped.
He opened the door to see her sitting in front of the vanity putting on earrings, his robe covering up the rest of her figure. The woman turned in his direction, marveling at how his long sleeve button-up shirt and dress pants fit his entire body well. De-fucking-licious, indeed.
"God, you're so hot. Turn around—or better yet, whip out your dick right now," she cheekily grinned.
"Nope, try again."
"Lemme kiss the tip—""Shush. Do you want me to wear a tie? Or is this fine as it is?" he asked, ignoring her horny little comments.
"Lemme see what's underneath first."
"Never mind, forget I—""Wait, no. Couldn't you have played along?" she rolled her eyes. "But yes, a tie will do."
"Well, you could've said that from the beginning," he shook his head, about to leave her room.
"Hold on. Do you mind putting this on for me?" she asked, holding a necklace in the palm of her hand.
The female gave the necklace, and he caught a glimpse of her acrylic nails—the reason she couldn't put it on herself. She turned around, moving her hair to the side as he hooked it on. A whiff of her natural scent and perfume entered his nose—a smell he's grown accustomed to. "Thank you," she said, continuing to do her own thing.
He lowly hummed, then went to his room, adding the finishing touches to his suit. Afterwards, he slipped on his dress shoes, and waited in the living room for her. He leaned against the couch, careful to not cause wrinkles to his suit. Then the girl walked out, fully dressed in her sparkly stilettos and a small purse. "Ready?" she cutely smiled.
Boy, if angels are real, then he sure as hell swore she's the perfect denotation of one. The slit fitted Versace dress hugging her body, displaying the valley of her breasts—she emitted ethereal beauty in his eyes. The woman squinted curiously, noticing how he stared at her quite long.
"Mhm, let's go," he mumbled, allowing her to exit the door first. The two walked in silence to the parking garage, then got inside as he started the car. During the ride there, Sakusa glanced over at her every so often, discussing a couple of details about the fundraiser.
The parking valet drove the wing spiker's car to the underground parking, and the two entered the lobby, trying to locate the big event. At the entrance, she dug in her purse for the invitation, but her forgetful ass accidentally forgot it. "Uhm, funny story," she embarrassingly chuckled.
"Ma'am, if you're not on the list or don't have an invitation, you're unable to go in," the social secretary said.
The pair stepped to the side, far from the noisy chitchat and music, so she could call her boss. "Seriously, you forgot the invitation? They probably thought we're party crashers," he clicked his tongue, trailing his eyes to her heavenly body once again.
"Don't worry, Kiyoomi, we'll get in. And why do you keep staring at me? Do you find my dress ugly?" she questioned, holding the phone to her ear as it rung.
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TEMPORARY ; SAKUSA
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