Dear Diary

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I'm still mad at him. Regardless of how much I enjoyed waking up with him, and just being with him in general. With him it feels like I'm just existing. Completely in the moment. It's terrible. And on top of that, now he has some mysterious business that he's failed to mention before.

I pick out a tight black dress. My hair gets pulled into a braid around my head, thank you Bella. And I slip on heels forgoing my usual boots.

I look like a princess. "You're stunning," Bella says while I'm finishing up my eyeliner.

"You sure it's not too much?" I ask.

"It's an art exhibit. Everyone is rich and fancy."

"That's true. I'm so excited. I've never been to one before. I mean sure photography and art shows that have been held in warehouses. But nothing like this."

"Well, I'm going to get going. You, make sure you use protection!!"

"Yes mother."

"And drink water with your wine."

"Of course." I hug her and kiss her on the cheek.

I go out the door just as Axton pulls up, stepping out of the car and meeting me. His eyes stray from my face to roll down my body, and he takes my hand in his.

"You look beautiful." He kisses my hand.

I stand there shocked. My eyes widen. Where the hell did this come from. What he's a gentle man now?

"Thank you."

"Don't act so surprised. I'm not always rude."

"Sure."

"My princess in public, and my whore in bed," he smirks.

"Right, you've mentioned."

I sigh deeply as he brings me to the car, opening the door for me.

Inside he turns to me and says, "if we weren't right on time for once, I'd drag you back in there and tell you to change. No one should be able to look at you like this other then me."

My dress is tight fitting at the top, and flows after it hits my waist. It's long and beautiful, and the neckline dips low between my cleavage. All black, but the top sparkles in the light.

"You're ridiculous."

"It's fine. You know who you belong to." I glare at him.

He himself is in an all black suit. His hair slicked back for once, a few messy strands still falling out however in the hottest way possible.

"You don't look too bad yourself."

He smiles. "You're so cute."

"Shut up."

The art gallery is amazing. This one piece I look at has a story. You can see it. There's a girl in the woods, and a beast is hiding in the woods, then the next panel shows her hiding in the woods. The description says it means the beast is just in her head, so she's actually the beast hiding in the woods.

It's really cool, if not kinda confusing.

And then there's your classic abstract stuff.

There's one painting of a boy on his knees, his head bowed in a bit of a submissive position. "Hey looks it's you," I say smiling, tugging his hand that somehow ended up in mine.