But they wanted to push me to do more by making a public appearance. Forget about just the stigma we would receive around two brothers dating the same woman. But two billionaires only usually seen with the most beautiful women hanging off their arms… Now that made this a double whammy in my book, and not one I was ready to face. And what was worse, I didn’t know what would happen should my name get out there… and my pitiful background along with it.
I could just see the headlines now,
Trailer trash girl bags herself not one billionaire, but two!
I couldn’t bare it!
I couldn’t get out of it either. Both brothers brushed off my fears as being nothing they couldn’t handle, whatever that was supposed to mean, I had no clue.
Instead, they just led me to the guest bedroom I was used to and over to a closet that had originally been empty. A closet that was now filled with clothes. Most of which I recognized from what had been bought for me. But there were also some definite additions.
The underwear draws, for one, because I didn’t remember stepping foot in any lingerie stores. Although it only took a second to take in all that sexy lace, satin, silk, and yes, even leather, to know the brothers definitely had a hand in this… four to be precise. And as for colors, there were sets in every shade, Iswear. Enough that I could have worn something different every day for six months!
And don’t even get me started on shoes, because there was no way I tried all these on. There was a whole wall of them, it looked more like a shoe shop than one woman’s closet! Of course, I had protested, although the sounds I made could have just been interpreted as me simply struggling to breathe. To which they had each kissed my head and walked away chuckling, leaving me standing there, gaping at every woman’s dream closet.
I stood in my robe, looking at all the options, feeling like a fish out of water. There were so many dresses to choose from, it was making my head spin. So, in the end, I closed my eyes, ran my hand along the dresses and stopped randomly, grabbing the first thing I touched.
This ended up being a gorgeous deep sapphire-blue, satin dress that was speckled with rhinestones, making it look like stars on a night sky. The skirt landed just above the knee in elegant folds, whereas the top was slightly more daring. The fitted bodice had a corseted back, which meant I didn’t need to wear a bra and the thin spaghetti straps helped keep the curvy girls up.
It plunged into a V-shape, showing off my cleavage that I knew the brothers would appreciate… along with the mesh cut-out panels at my sides that were also covered in rhinestones. To this, I added simple, strappy, heeled sandals that fit my feet perfectly. Of course, it wouldn’t make me supermodel tall, but it at least added some height.
Shoes and underwear weren’t all I found, because the mirrored dresser in the bedroom was now filled with everything a girl would need for getting ready for a night out. Brand new, top end makeup that would have cost thousands, and every hair tool and product a hairdresser would need to create a masterpiece.
Which naturally made getting ready a lot easier because I had worried that I would look drab, fabulous dress or not. So, for my hair, I rolled into a low bun that I thought made me look chic, leaving my shorter lengths to frame my face with a bit of curl. I tried to match the colors of my dress with my make-up, giving myself a blue cut-crease line with silver across the lid.
Stacey had taught me how to do liquid liner… she was a pro at it, being a goth. She told me that instead of swiping it across my lid, the trick was to just dab the side of the brush on inner corners of my eyes, and only to swipe the brush at the ends to achieve the cat-eye flicks.
“I think she would be proud,” I said aloud, nodding to myself in the mirror. It didn’t look too bad, if I said so myself.
All that was left was for me to add some lipstick. The amount of times I reached for the nude one wasn’t even funny, but in the end I forced myself to be bold and grabbed the deep burgundy one instead.
“Hell, I might as well go all the way with this,” I told myself, considering I had never worn something like this, nor had I ever been to a gala before. Christ, but the last party I had gone to had been for a friend’s birthday, a girl who used to work at the store. And as for the last dress I wore, well, there was no forgetting that one, or more like the way the brothers had stripped me out of it. Which made me nervous wondering what they would think of this dress.
And let’s just say I was no longer playing the little goth girl.
No, this was the big leagues.
And it was terrifying.
A testament to this was when I jumped the second I heard the knock. I stood from the stool at the dresser and turned to face the door, then after taking a deep breath, I call out in an unsure tone,
“Erm… come in…” My words failed me, and my mouth dropped at the sight that entered the room, although I managed to mutter a very uncool,“Holy shit.”
Tal had stepped through the door wearing a sexy as sin three-piece black suit, with satin lapels, a black shirt, and blood-red tie that matched the handkerchief in his breast pocket. His sandy-blonde hair had been styled back in a regal way that transformed his easy-going, handsome features into some Greek God of Olympus. That strong jawline of his tensed at the sight of me and I didn’t need to question why.
“Fuck me,”he hissed as he ran his gaze down the length of me and back up again. And by the time his eyes reached my face, the green in them was completely lost to glowing silver. I swear, the intensity in them was powerful enough to burn me from the inside out. But then Victor joined him, adding to the moment as he walked in whilst fixing the cuff under his suit jacket.
“I have called for the car to…Fuck the goddess,”he gritted out when he saw me, the news about the car a thing of the past. And dear god, but he had no mercy on me either.
Victor was wearing an all-black tux that looked as if every inch had been tailored to perfection. His shoulder-length hair tied back at the nape of his neck and styled like his brother’s, so it was all back from his gorgeous face. Those regal cheekbones and dark brown eyes gave new meaning to tall, dark, and handsome.
Fuck, was this really my life?
“Cancel it,” Tal snapped in return, glancing to his brother for a split second before his intense gaze was quickly back to me.
I swallowed hard, especially when Victor slipped his cell from his pocket and, after a tap on the screen, gave a curt,
“Give us an hour… maybe two.”
