fixated past participle, past tense of fix·ate (Verb)
Cause (someone) to acquire an obsessive attachment to someone or something
Acquire such an obsessive attachment to: "it is important not to fixate on an imosity"
Tired of being the bridesmaid and...
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That very next night was my meeting with 'you know who'; I was ready long before the chosen hour. After work, I took a long rosewater bath, shaved, exfoliated my skin, and scrubbed every ounce of my body. After finishing, I washed and dried my hair, then tangled my locks into some rollers before soothing my body down with this expensive ass lotion that was sent along with some other things that Mister R. Michaelson had given me to wear for tonight.
The lotion had a scent unlike any I'd ever worn before, a sweet aroma with hints of cucumber and melon. It transformed the entire experience of me getting ready, felt like I was doing some type of sensual striptease for a man I had never met and was in the room with me. But as I drew the purple silk dress over my bare body, adjusting it to drape over my breasts, hips, and thighs, it almost felt like he was in the room... watching me. I don't know; I just felt extra sexy.
Though I was not trying to think too much about the situation, I was not comfortable with this buying shit for me to wear situation. Looking back, it made me seem golddiggerish. But I'll tell you about his response to that later.
Once I was dressed, it was a little before fifteen after; I paced my livingroom's floor until my wall clock's long hand rested securely on the four, I took a deep breath and grabbed my clutch, and stepped out of the apartment and into the hallway. The silk of the dress stroked every inch of my body, my nipples were like pebbles under the fabric. My hips swayed under the draping silk, my booty jiggled freely due to the lack of underwear, and with the help of the five-inch heels on my feet. I felt like sin in this outfit; sinful and naughty—And the bad bitch in me loved it.
I got stares and gawking eyes as I made my way off of the elevator, all of this built up my confidence even more. From the apartment's lobby to the curb, I felt invincibly sexy, as if there was nothing else in the world as lovely and delicious as me.
Within moments of me standing and feeling myself, a white Maybach limousine pulled up. The driver, a well-built man in a black loose-fitting suit and an earpiece tucked into his ear, got out.
"Good evening, madam," he greeted me with a head nod and opened the luxury car's door for me.
I gave him a smile and slid on into the car and with a firm thud, the door closed beside me. I quickly took in my surroundings of the light, velvety luxury interior, the leather seats cupped my ass as I sunk further and further into it. Low classical music played softly from the speakers and I took in a deep breath, taking in the scent of woodsy aftershave and expensive cologne.
That's when my eyes connected with his.
Even with the lavishness of my surroundings, he had officially claimed my attention from it all. He sat there and watched me settle into this car, his body was still and watchful like a panther stalking his prey. Damn, if I had not noticed the movement of his breath under his suit jacket I'd say he was a statue.
"Good evening, Maia." Just like on the phone, his voice was deep and commanding. I exhaled sharply, he was undeniably handsome. He looked like something straight out of the pages of GQ magazine. He was one fine ass white boy.
"Evening,—" I hinted for him to throw a sister at least his first name, I refuse to be calling this man MasterDom all damn night. He gave me a hint of a smile as he leaned back into his seat, still baring his eyes into mine.
"We'll get to that soon, but now..." His eyes left mine for a moment, taking in my appearance, once again that smile appeared. "I must say you look beautiful in my things."
I brought my head down and looked over my outfit. "T-thanks—it wasn't necessary for you to do this, you know?"
He shrugged his shoulders as he lifted a glass of wine to his lips. "What?" He asked simply after taking a light sip of the velvety concoction, I raised my eyebrow at him. He knew damn well what I was talking about.
"It was not necessary for you to give me your things." I mocked his previous statement. He arched his brow at me then smiled small as he sat his wine glass back down. Not saying anything.
