𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 ✔

fourteen

"a strip club?" i ask slightly surprised.

*time skip*

i was sat in my room, trying to pick out the proper clothes for the strip club mission today

george and nick had planned everything and they had even told us what we'd have to do

wait tell u find out what they assigned me to do.

browsing through my newly stocked closet, i finally decide on what to wear

(a/n hi, u might not like the outfit that im gonna write about, feel free to imagine whatever yall what:)

(a/n also the outfit is at the top:))

i was informed by george that the club had themes every night and tonight, the theme was school

stupid, yeah i know

i pull out a white shirt and a short plaid skirt

after i was sure that i locked the door, i undress myself from the comfortable clothes i had on

i put on the white shirt and the plaid skirt

i look at myself in the mirror, the skirt rested dangerously high, it barely covered my ass

the shirt outlined the shape of my body, it did look good, but you know..

it wasn't enough just yet

i unbotton a few of the buttons at the bottom of the shirt

i pull on the loose ends and tie it into a cute knot

i unbotton a button from the top as well

i pull up the sleeves of the shirt slightly,
looking at myself in the mirror, this outfit looked good, i walk into my closet in hopes to find a pair of shoes that would give my outfit a finishing touch

i find a pair of black knee high boots, i swiftly pull them on

walking up to the mirror again, i run my hand through my neat hair, i check every angle of my outfit before giving myself an approving smile

i reach for a dagger, admiring it for a while, it had my name engraved onto it, techno had got it custom made for me

my favourite colour, my style

he really knew everything about me not only that, he never forgets anything i tell him

i hear a few knocks on the door, i slide the dagger into my boots, making sure it wasnt showing and making sure it didnt fall out

i walk over to the door, "y/n?" i hear on the other side, god his voice

his voice made me want to stab him in the chest but at the same time, it gave me butterflies, butterflies i've never felt before

i didnt answer him, "helloo? y/n? dont tell me you've escaped" he says again, clearly joking

i unlock the door, twisting the knob slowly, i was scared of how he'd react to my outfit

but i was curious too

i open the door slowly, there stood a man wearing a tight buttoned shirt and fitted plaid pants

his hair, messy but good-looking

his hands had a firm grip on a file, his fingers decorated evenly with rings, an expensive looking watch around his wrist

fuck he looked so good

after my eyes had finished scanning him, i look up at his eyes which had finally decided to look into mine

"youre here 15 minutes early" i say, breaking the tension in the air

"yeah i- um i came here to give you the file about our target today" he said stuttering, i smiled

i liked it when men got nervous at the sight of me

he cleared his throat before speaking again, "heres the file", he hands me the file

i take it from him, opening the file to see a picture of a decent looking man, ace johnson, 6'1, wavy brunette hair, blue eyes, into "innocent" women

he was trained in hand combat, quite good with weapons and uses manipulation to get what he wants

after i finished looking at the details i look up at him, i see him lick his lips, i roll my eyes

"well um thanks, you can go now" i say

"no i think i'll stay" he says walking past me into my room

he walks over to my bed and sits down, leaning backwards so that his elbows were holding him up

i turn around to face him, "well come in i guess" i say shutting the door behind me

i walk over to my mirror with a mascara and lip gloss in my hand, i had to do some touching up

"well make yourself useful at least" i say, applying mascara, i see him in the reflection, he gets up and leans forward resting his elbows on his thighs

his eyes look into mine in the mirror

"what do you want me to do" he questions, getting up, walking up to behind me

"pick out a necklace for me to match my outfit" i say signalling my head to where i kept my necklaces

he walks over and looks through a few, "found one" he says, i stop applying my mascara and turn to him

"which one?" i ask turning my head towards him

"this one" the signals to his hand

i look at his hand, for fucks sake this man was perfect in every way, veins visible up where his rolled up sleeve rested, expensive rings around his long fingers

his hands were bigger than i had expected

"oh fuck off" i say turning back to the mirror, putting on my mascara again

he laughs, "anyway i dont think you need a necklace, your outfits already looks good" he says, voice low and raspy

i quickly apply my lip gloss after looking at the time, "fuck we're gonna be late lets go" i say grabbing everything i needed

as i was about to step out of the room, clay grabs me by the arm, pulling me back in

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