Chapter 65 Chapter 33 (i)
FAE
As we prepared for the Saturday night party, another issue arose with the evening dress I planned to wear.
I really wanted to wear one of the dresses the stylist sent over for the party. They were designs from Tammy Marquez's fashion line. Tammy was the hostess of the party. I loved the floral print with swirls of magenta and lavender. The problem was, it had a deep V-neck in both the front and back. It was sleeveless, made of organza, and had a banded waist. The hem reached my ankles, but there was a slit on the left side that went halfway up my right thigh. I knew I could manage the slit because I’d done it before when Jigo and I went to Incubus II. But the neckline might be too much.
When I showed it to him on the hanger, he immediately disapproved, which was annoying because he asked me to put on the evening dress for him in the first place. Like a private showing. And his eyes and his whole face, plus the bulge down there, all told me he liked what he saw.
The dress fit me perfectly. Aside from the cleavage, my waist looked tiny and my stomach flat in the 2-inch band at the waist. I looked sexy from behind, too, with the V-shaped back showing off my straight and slim back and the soft roundness of my butt. The slit wasn’t too scandalous because the skirt had layers. But when I put on my strappy high heels, my thighs and legs seemed to lengthen in the exposed part.
I was stunned by my reflection. This was a new image for me and I looked even sexier than when I wore the bodycon at Incubus II. I felt like a real woman, beautiful and fully-grown. I wouldn’t be embarrassed to stand next to Jigo tonight. Smiling at my image in the full-length mirror, I felt like a queen.
Well, his eyes almost popped out, and I thought he was going to grab me because he looked at me with such hunger. But in the end, he clenched his jaw and told me to take it off and find something else to wear to the party.
I frowned. I really wanted to wear this dress, especially since it was the kind of party where I didn’t need any excuse to show skin. All the women there would definitely be wearing the trendiest and most fashionable evening dresses of the season—using their gym-toned bodies to attract my husband.
Meanwhile, I would be covered up. How was that even fair?
“Why don’t you just tell the stylist to remove all the dresses and gowns from my wardrobe that show cleavage or are backless? That way, I won’t get tired of choosing what I like only to find out I can’t wear it.”
He froze, clearly surprised by my obviously peeved tone. “You can wear them for me.”
I got even more annoyed. “Private display? Tell your stylist to buy a mannequin, too!” When we were alone, I was always naked anyway, so why bother? But I didn’t say this because he’d just use it to make me laugh, and right now, I really wanted to make a point about his obsession with covering me up when we went to parties where I wanted to wear whatever I wanted for him.
He grabbed my arm before I could walk away. “Hey, hey... why are you angry?”
“Can’t you just be proud that finally, I’m beginning to wear sexy dresses because I have someone to wear them for? And that’s you. I’m excited to wear sexy for you.” I almost cringed because I sounded whiny. But it was just so frustrating!
“But I am proud of you. You’re the sexiest woman I have ever met. I just don’t want other men seeing you this… sexy, when you already look so beautiful on your normal dresses,” he said, bending down to kiss the base of my cleavage. “I’m too possessive when it comes to you.”
“Well, I’m possessive about you, too.” I put my hands on my hips. “But I don’t want to be next to the most handsome and hottest man at the party on a pillowcase while other women secretly laugh at me. I’d rather not go!”
I managed to turn away, but he caught me by the waist before I could get far and pulled me close again, my back against his front. “Please, let’s talk. I didn’t know you felt this way,” he said, resting his chin on my shoulder.
I rolled my eyes. “Of course, you don’t. You’re not a woman. If men compete with fists, we women do it this way. If you say you already know I’m beautiful and all that and I don’t need to try harder while the women around you can wear whatever they want, that’s unfair to me because the prize inside those women’s heads is you. They wouldn’t care that I’m with you. They care that I can’t compete with their sexy dresses and their cleavages, thank you very much! Then I’ll just stand there knowing what they’re thinking, that they believe they can have you, and you’re allowing them to think like that, too!”
His grip tightened. “No, Fae, of course not.”
“You can’t control how they think!” I shouted.
“Babe... babe... calm down. You’re so angry.”
I bit my lower lip, blinking back tears. Yes, I was angry. So angry. And I was also surprised at myself. And that it hurt.
“Fae...”
“I can’t think of losing you to another woman,” I whispered softly. “I can’t go through that with you. So you just go to the party. I’ll stay here.”
He turned me to face him. “No. You’re coming with me.”
I shook my head.
“You can wear the dress.”
“You don’t really want me to wear it, and you’ll just be tense and angry at the party because other men will see me,” I said sadly. Tiredly.