CHAPTER 8

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Saturday comes as quickly as I had hoped. I've spent all day getting ready, so now I just need to add a few finishing touches to my face. Luckily, I'm very skilled with makeup, so I was able to do my own, and Tamara had helped me to style my hair in a sexy updo a few hours ago. Once I am done applying my red lipstick, I close the tube and admire how the color accents my skin. Now all that's left is to put on the dress. Camila had helped me lay it out on my bed earlier. She and Tamara are also coming to the party, so they'll have a front row seat for what I have in store for Beau. I smile as I look at the dress. Beau is absolutely going to hate it. It's a sleeveless, nude tulle gown with black flowers, sequins, applique, and a deep V-neck. The back is also open in the same style as the front, with a slit on the side exposing my leg. A thrill of anticipation runs through me as I put it on. I slip on my black heels and then walk to the full-length mirror to take a look at the full ensemble before walking to the door. A smile curves my lips, It's perfect. Beau won't know what hit him. I open the door, but stop short once I see Tamara.

"He's here?" I voice the words I'm guessing Tamara came to say. She nods her head, confirming my suspicion.

"He is never late. One of the things I used to admire about him," I say, stepping out of my room into the hall.

"True. By the way, Camila already left with Danny. She will meet us there."

"And you?" Why don't you come with Beau and me instead of waiting for my driver to pick you up?" My driver was supposed to take Tamara to the party, but he's running late.

"I would love to, but I feel it's best to stay away from anything that will remind me of...him, and they look so much alike." Harvey really must be giving her a hard time at work if she's that desperate to avoid even the thought of him.

"Alright, if you say so. I'll try Enzo one more time to find out where he is." I fetch my phone out of my purse and dial my driver's number.

"Thank you."

We walk downstairs while I'm talking to Enzo. He says he's only a minute away, so Tamara won't be too far behind Beau and me. I give her a kiss goodbye before walking outside. A black Rolls Royce sits in the driveway. The back door opens while I'm taking in the beauty of the car. Beau steps out, and I try my best to deny how good he looks. His black hair is gelled back, making his face more visible than usual. Even in the dark, I can see how sharp his jawline is from where I stand. The Burberry suit he's wearing hugs his body and does little to hide how ripped he is underneath it. And those beautiful gray eyes shine under the moonlight. I bite my lip as I take in the gorgeousness of the man before me. A big smile appears on my face as his eyes darken. If eyes were laser beams, my dress would be up in flames right now. My smile deepens as his brows pull together and his face hardens into a deep frown.

"NO!" Beau says once he fully takes in my outfit.

"Yes," I reply, still smiling.

"There is no way in hell you are leaving this house dressed like that. Are you kidding me?" He's enraged. I can barely contain my excitement at how well my plan is going.

"Does it look like I'm kidding?" I fold my arms across my chest.

"How dare you dress like this when you know how much I hate it."

"Just in case you've forgotten, let me remind you. I am not your girlfriend, so my assets do not belong to you. I'll show them off any way I please."

"Oh, really? That's what you believe?" Beau laughs dryly.

"It's the truth."

A minute goes by, and he doesn't say a word. He just stares at my dress.

"We'll see about that; let's go." He walks towards me and wraps an arm around my waist, steering me towards the car.

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