She was the daughter of a famous Lawyer and a fashion designer in Europe. After her parents died in a horrible accident, her only family was her father's best friend, Edward Smith, a business man in America. Mr. Smith had her move in with him and hi...
"In the second drawer next to the window." And with that, the door was closed again.
He wasn't kidding, I washed my body quickly as my life depended on it. It was struggling, I was grabbing the hose with my two hands. It felt like I was carrying a brick, not a shower hose just so you know. I sat down again facing the wall when he came in without permission. Insecurely, I was hugging my knees covering myself.
"Here," he held out a baby blue robe towel, patterned with yellow flowers. I struggled to take the towel from his, so he ended up putting it on my shoulder. I instantly pushed my hands inside the sleeves. After what seemed like an hour I managed to tie the belt.
"can you stand up?" He held out his hands.
"Yes!... Never mind." He held me tightly by my waist and in fast motion, I was back on the small couch in the bathroom.
I stared down at the clothes that were laying next to me. I glanced back at him.
"I...i..." His tanned face was turning red in fluster. "I thought it would be easy for you to wear a dress. And ..." He started playing with his hair with his long fingers. "Your undergarments, I just picked whatever my hand touched." He exclaimed putting his hands up as in surrendering.
"Out." I demanded.
"I don't think that'd be a good idea." He smirked, "You're still weak."
"Out!" His smirk widened, but he got up anyway. Before he shut the door, He yelled again 20 minutes.
I started wearing my undergarment, then brought the dress over my head. It was a turquoise boho dress with a strapped back. It came down all the way to the floor.
He was right, it's easier to wear a dress. But couldn't he get me any of those with sleeves. my arms are showing.
"Ok," he came in with no warning. I gave him a I-want-to-kill-you glare which he responded with I-am-enjoying-this-so-much laugh. Being the total ass he is, he suddenly kneeled down pulling my right foot to his lap. I felt very conscious and wanted to pull away. However as his hands gently touched it, placing a sock and pulling it upward till my ankle, my brain stopped functioning. As he repeated the same action on my other foot, I forgot the ability to speak. How is it that I can feel his hands on me when he was touching me through the socks?
It didn't stop there though, no. Thankfully I distracted him from looking into my arms with my hair. But then he said he wanted to braid it so it wouldn't annoy me. I looked at him skeptically, who would've believed that Liam Scott can braid hair. No one. Anyway I told him that I'm freezing, Which wasn't true we have a heater system and the house is warm. He got me a light pink cardigan. Oh and before I forget he braided my hair, but not one, it was 2 pigtail-french braid. And it was perfect.
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In general, my outfit was out of ordinary. If only mum was here.
