True love is not the number of kisses, or how often you get them, true love is the feeling that still lingers long after the kiss is over ❦
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❦Simon Reed, she's stubborn, sassy, unkind as people would say, no one has ever gotten close enough to fin...
♡︎𝙏𝙬: 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙩, 𝙞𝙛𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙄𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧♡︎ -————————————————- Putting my makeup on slowly, I didn't feel like going out. Especially not with him, Miles. This night is going to be pure agony. Nothing about this was going to be enjoyable, well, maybe seeing a gorgeous face all night wouldn't be too bad...but that wasn't the point.
Miles was a dick. Hopefully, he has a big dic-
He treated me like shit, calling me immature. I mean I knew I was slightly immature but I didn't think it bothered anyone. He made it clear that he didn't want anything to do with me.
I finished up my makeup. I had decided to go with a more natural look meaning, mascara and eyeliner for under my eyes.
I looked in the closet for something to wear, and just then a came across the perfectdress. If Miles was going to make this night torture then maybe, I could make it torture for him. I picked up the dress and took it off the hanger.
The dress was a two-piece, the top, and bottom had little slits and pieces of lace. The dress was silky and soft. The bottoms were shorts just how I needed them, and the top showed just enough cleavage. This was going to be fun.
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I pulled the top over my head and the bottom over my legs. I looked good, my legs and cleavage on full display. I put a silver necklace that said my name in cursive, there were little diamonds in it as well. I put silver earrings in my ears. I had gotten my ear pierced a very long time ago, I had my first piercing, and I had my triple lobe, my tragus, my faith, and my industrial all pierced. Plus my nose.
I grabbed a black pair of heels, they weren't too big. I can't walk in heels over an inch. I let my hair down to curl it. It took about 30 minutes to curl but turned out great in the end. I looked at m reflection. I looked hot, to say the least.
Watch out Miles Evanston.
And with that, I grabbed my phone, and out of the room, I went. Once I reached the staircase I noticed Miles walking out while talking on the phone to someone;
He noticed me and looked at my attire. "espera peter te devolvere la llamada" he mumbled while hanging up the phone. [translation: hold on Peter, I'll call you back]
