Chapter 8

JULIANA’S POV I stood in my pyjamas in front of my mirror contemplating on what to wear. He said dress nice but what did 'nice' even mean? Ughhh. Boys are so confusing. "What's wrong, honey?" said my mom, stepping into my room. "I've got a date today. Well, at least I think it's a date. I mean he didn't really specify, only said he was going to take me out and told me to 'dress nice'." "What happened to that nice dress your aunt got you for your birthday?" "I had to leave it at Dad's house. I didn't have enough space to pack it." "It’s getting late but the stores don’t close until a couple hours. Do you want to go shopping?" She asked and I smiled in response. I’d never turn down an opportunity to shop. ^-^ ^-^ "I don't really like it. It's too baggy" I said as I stepped out of the changing room wearing a long blue dress that didn't compliment my figure at all. My mother agreed and I went back in to change out of it. I sighed tiredly. This had been about the 10th dress I had tried on and I could tell my mother was getting bored. "Wow pretty!" says Estella as she crawls towards a long red dress with a slit now the side and begins to tug it down. "Try it on" encourages my mother with a warm smile. “Okay” i nod as I take it off the rack and take it into the changing room, inspecting it as I walked. It looked really nice but I couldn’t be sure until I tried it on. "Wow," I said as I looked into the mirror. The dress fitted my body nicely and hugged the curves that I had. It revealed just the right amount of cleavage without it being too slutty. But what concerned me was the slit that stopped at the top of my thigh. Maybe this was too much. I stepped out of the changing room and I heard my mom gasp. "It's perfect," she says and claps her hands lightly. I couldn’t tell if she actually meant it or if she just wanted me to hurry up and pick a dress so we could finally leave. "Are you sure? Do you not think it's too much?" I asked self consciously. "Not at all, you look beautiful". She said and that was more than enough to convince my to buy it. "Go get changed while I pay" she said and I frowned. "You don't need to pay, mom" I refused, feeling bad. I’ve always felt guilty whenever she pays for my stuff. "I do. Think of it as a birthday present for all the times I missed your birthday." She finalised. With that I hesitantly nodded and went back into the changing room. *-* *-* I stepped into the shower, scrubbed my skin clean, washed my hair, and shaved. Everywhere. I wasn't exactly planning on doing anything with him but I have to always be prepared. Am I right? I quickly put in my hair products that made my curls look even more defined and I left my hair to air dry. I sat down at my desk and I began applying my make up. I put on a light coat of foundation, concealer, blush and contour. I decided against doing and eyeshadow this time and stuck on my fake lashes that looked quite natural. I decided to be bold and put on dark red lipstick and put some lip gloss on top. I slipped into my red dress. I couldn't help but smile as I looked at the finished product *** "You look amazing, darling" praised my mother Just when I was about to reply, the doorbell rang. I suddenly got nervous. I hardly ever got nervous. What's wrong with me. I opened the door slowly, my lips slightly parting as I took in the sight in front of me. Although I was used to seeing him in a suit, I would never get bored of it. He wore a black jacket and pants with a white shirt underneath that was fitted to his muscular physique. His messy hair was slightly neater but a few hairs fell on his forehead. His tongue reached out to lick his plump lips, the action making me swallow nervously. What a sight. TYBERIAS' POV I took in a deep breath as I slowly rang the doorbell. I thought my heart would stop beating as I finally laid my eyes on her. Her curly hair that reached her mid-back seemed tamer and shinier. Her eyes were bright and full of life, her plump lips were full with red lipstick that made me want to lean down and kiss them. She smiled nervously as I looked at her up and down. Fùck me. The red dress hugged her curves perfectly. I licked my lips as my eyes seemed glued to her impressive cleavage which was the perfect size. I slowly swallowed when imagining how soft her breasts would feel in my hands or how loud she would moan when I would suck on her nipples. My eyes went further down her body and stopped at her wide hips. I could only imagine what her ass would look like in that dress. I cleared my throat before speaking. "You look beautiful, Juliana." I said smoothly. "Here, I got you these" I said before handing her the two dozen red roses I got her. "Thank you, you didn’t have to have," She smiled before taking the flowers and turned around to walk into her apartment and put them in a vase I presume. I wasn't complaining because I was left with an exceptional view of her behind. "Mio Dio (my god)" I said under my breath. I was a lucky fùcking guy. She came back after a couple of seconds and closed the front door behind her. "Let's go," I said. She nodded and followed behind as I led her towards my car.