Chapter 19

Vanessa Vargas

I showered, coming up earlier than him to get ready.

There's never really been an occasion for me to really go ham.

But I've been blessed with the privilege to do so.

So, I'm taking advantage.

I got in the shower, using one of those silicone brush things to scrub my scalp with shampoo.

I shaved every ounce of my body, from underarms to toes. Yes. I grow blonde hairs there, everyone should.

I used a scrub, going over my legs again for a smoothing effect.

I want to try waxing.

Anyways, I used a good smelling body wash that resembled light vanilla but not overpowering.

Because we all know my Chanel No.5 is bae.

I deep conditioned my hair, knowing I was going to have it down.

When I rinsed it off, I got out, patting myself dry before wrapping my hair in the towel.

I used a body cream all over, then a body highlighter for my arms, legs, chest, and neck.

I walked to my closet, chewing my lip to debate what I was to do.

To wear.

Everything in my life was so fabulous now I couldn't decide.

There she is.

I grabbed it, laying it on the island in the middle of this closet. (It's awesome right?)

Anyways, I grabbed the red bottom stilettos, placing it with the dress, doing the jewelry and everything.

I went back into the bathroom, brushing my teeth, washing my face, moisturizing.

Then I contemplated makeup.

Now I won't lie, I debated doing more natural since that's what men like.

But I want to wear what I want to wear.

So I used a bold, deep red shade, mascara, doing my black eyebrows, just filling them in. Some light concealing since I didn't have any major acne to cover.

Then I let my hair down, grabbing the heat protectant and raking it through my hair before blow drying it.

Then I curled the ends, smoothing the tops, my hair so shiny and healthy.

I have never looked so fucking good. And I was naked.

I was slightly worried about my bloat, my stomach had some cellulite, but I would be fine.

I put on the silver jewelry, bracelets, necklace, anklet, earrings.

I went into my closet and put the dress on, not putting the heels on yet.

I checked the time 6:55. 5 minutes.

I zipped this up myself with high levels of skill.

I walked out and into my living room, nearly having a heart attack.

"Jesus." I groaned.

Spade sat on my couch, relaxed, spread.

I could orgasm from looking at him right now.

Especially after the smut I read at the casino.

I was suddenly contemplating sucking him off before leaving. I don't think I've ever desired to give a man head.

His pecks, shoulders, arms.

I was jelly.

He stood, staring at me as he walked closer and I could smell him, deodorant, soap, and lightly like cologne. But nothing strong.

"You look amazing, principessa." He said, his hands going to my waist and I couldn't breath.

"When did you get a hair cut?" I asked.

His hair was gorgeously curled on the top, newly faded on the sides.

"30 minutes ago." He said, pressing his lips to my forehead.

I swore I whimpered, my knees weak.

"What?" He asked.

"Hm?"

"Your face is so red." He grabbed my chin.

"Are those flowers?" I looked behind him on my table.

"Yeah, I came early and I knew you were still getting ready so I put them in the vase." He shrugged.

"Thank you." I smiled.

"You're awful at changing the topic." He laughed.

"Shit I forgot my shoes." I looked at my bare feet.

He passed me and went into my room.

I saw a card in front of the vase and grabbed it.

Mia amata, never have I been captivated by a woman until you, I hope one day you may feel the same.

-Spade

I groaned, suddenly feeling like a little jello.

Tonight was the night I'd broaden my ideas. I'd learn about him, his desires, I wanted to learn about him sexually, emotionally, and mentally.

And maybe I'd let something happen.

He walked out.

"Come." He said and I turned, walking to him.

He bent down, placing the heels on my feet, kissing the top of my foot, and over the skin of my thighs.

He stood and I smiled, kissing his cheek, leaving a giant red mark and he shut his eyes, already knowing.

"There's only one place I'd like to see that shade. It's not on my face." He said, looking down at me.

And I really wanted to put it there.