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Aella Aldine was his possession. His doll, toy and property. She was Damon's and no one else's. She had no say in his world or hers. She was just like a small ant compared to the CEO of Barlowe corp. She no longer believed in happy endi...
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After trying on two more dresses: a black, satin gown with straps and a black, sequence gown with a deep v cut, a low back and straps, I began putting on the last one.
I liked the black, satin one. It really brought out my waist and the back was gorgeous. Leo's thoughts were similar. "You look hot as hell in that one," he said about that one, and "fuck, that is very low cut, but wow, angel, your body is... you're incredible," about the other one.
Long story short: he wasn't the one to count on for opinions. However, I liked the praise and compliments. He made me feel special.
I put on a stunning, rose gold, tight-fitting, sequence dress, with a criss-cross front, a low cut, as well as a high slit in the front.
I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't believe it was me. I've always liked my body. He didn't.
Aella, forget him. He's not here. Leo is.
I took a deep breath, turning around and looking back to see my back. I loved it. I looked pretty. I actually admired my body for once. I opened the curtain slightly, seeing Leo's gaze on the side but it quickly moved onto me as he heard the curtain move. He scanned my body as I stepped out, in front of him, showing the gown I had on.
His face was still. He was silent. His lips slightly parted.
"Aella..." he was at a loss for words. I smiled, turning around to see myself in the mirror. Well... also to show him the back. "Cazzo," he stood up, walked up to me, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I pressed the back of my head to his chest. He watched me through the mirror. "Cazzo, angel, look at you. You'll be the centre of attention," a smile tugged my lips.
"I only want to be yours," he smiled, running his eyes down my body.
"You already are," he kissed my neck. "You like this one?" I nodded.
"I really do. This one is really my favourite," he smiled looking back at me. He turned me around to face him, taking my hand in his, and pulled me to his chest.
"You'll be able to dance in it?" I smiled.
"I'm sure I will," he placed his hands on the small of my back. I placed mine on his shoulders and he began to move us. Slowly, with no music, we moved in the tight space, enjoying each other's company.
We stared into each other's eyes, looking into each other. His eyes were intoxicating. I could look at them all day and I wouldn't get bored.
"You have no idea how much I've waited for this," he pressed his forehead to mine. "This takes me back to Paris in a way. Dancing with you, looking at you," we slowed our steps, finally coming to a stop. "You took my heart with you that day, Aella. If you knew it or not," my memory of that night is very vague. I can remember the entire evening leading up to the ball, and now, years later, I remember a man like him. But still, no vivid memory of him. Of my Leo, that supposedly gave me his heart. To this day, I had no idea what happened. Even Adena didn't remember anything like that.
