Mature content ahead in this chapter! Fair warning. You would probably know when it starts, so you can skip a few paragraphs.

Also, not proof-read so there will probably be many mistakes.

Picture of Adrianna's dress in the media! :)

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I have absolutely no idea what bullshit Evan fed to Chris, but my boyfriend never once mentioned what happened two days back during the lunch to me. Whatever Evan told him must have been really convincing for Chris to back off like this from the entire situation.

Today's the evening party at Chris's house organised by his father. If I say that I'm not nervous, that would obviously be a lie because I am freaking out inside about meeting the man who Chris admires so much. Of course, I want him to like me and though parents usually do like me, I still feel anxious.

Breanna managed to empty out my entire wardrobe to find me the perfect outfit and I wasn't surprised when she picked out a dress for me. Sometimes I really question why I don't wear them when I have my closet filled with a few of these.

"Not a dress, please!" I groan, and she shoots me a sharp look.

She keeps her hands on my shoulders, looking directly into my eyes, "Adrianna, it's a party for your boyfriend's father's birthday who is a great deal in the corporate world. I'm pretty sure since he invited his colleagues no one would show up in jeans. So, you really don't have a choice."

"FML." I yell loudly and she cracks a smile before showing me the dress.

"Well, chop chop. Take a shower and then I'm doing your make up."

I glare at her, "No make up! I draw the line there. And my hair remain up."

She shakes her head disapprovingly, "Lipstick, eye liner and hair down." She offers me her hand and I hesitate but shake it nonetheless because I know I can convince her later to settle for gloss instead of lipstick.

I take a quick shower and come back into my bedroom to dry my hair properly before Breanna forces me to sit down in front of the mirror and insists on applying my liner. I let her as she instructs me to keep my eyes close.

"Let it dry, I'll start with your hair." She says, making me frown.

"Huh? Don't do shit to my hair!" I yell.

"Don't frown, it will ruin the liner." She scolds before I feel her touching my hair.

After she tells me I can open my eyes, I do so and look at my reflection. She thickened my liner by a lot more than I usually apply, taking it upon herself to perfect the wings by the sides. Two layers of hair are braided on each side, going back and she has pinned them at the back. It looks simple enough so I shrug at her.

"Pretty cool, thanks!" I stand up and eye the dress.

"Wear it. I'm going to take a shower." She says before disappearing in the bathroom and I change out of the bathrobe into the dress, making sure not to ruin my hair and the off-shoulder really helps.

Sighing, I turn towards the mirror and notice for the first time that maroon colour actually suits me. The dress's short sleeves are resting off my shoulders, putting a lot of skin on show. It clings to my skin until my waist before opening up into a skirt that's shorter in front than it is at the back.

I look alright. But I feel a little out of my skin because I'm not used to wearing dresses or skirts. The last time I wore a skirt was couple of months ago to high school when I couldn't find anything else from my clothes and picked the first thing that came to me.

"If Chris doesn't reacts to that, I owe Luke some money." Breanna says from behind me, getting out of the bathroom and I grin.

"You guys betted on this?" I laugh and she shrugs.

She takes her time dressing up, doing her make up perfectly as she fits into a navy blue skin fit dress with straps holding it on her shoulders. We argue a little over lipstick and gloss but she lets me settle over the gloss at the end, making me give her a huge grin in return.

"Well, ready to walk across the street?" She asks and I look down at my legs.

"I feel like I'm not wearing an underwear, I can feel air everywhere." I tell her honestly and she bursts out laughing.

"Well, if you're going commando then Chris will definitely have a reaction!" She points out amusingly and I shoot her a look, "Do you want to wear tights? Although it wouldn't really look nice with that dress."

I nod, "Yeah, I'll be okay." I assure myself.

"Now, I know you cannot handle heels but two inches should be fine." She puts a pair of black strapped sandals in front of my feet and I put it on.

"Let's go." I say and she grins, handing me a black clutch and a pair of metallic hoops that I wear as we go downstairs.

Dad isn't home, he told me that he's going to get beers with a couple of his colleagues and that was all I needed to know that I don't have to wait up for him. He knows about this evening, but he wanted Breanna and I not to be disturbed while we got ready.

After we're both ready, we make our way downstairs and just as I'm locking the door, I notice Evan getting out of his house wearing a navy blue suit. Breanna takes the key from my mind and locks the door as he comes over in front of my house.

I feel his gaze on me as I near him, walking down the porch and meet him. His lips tug into a smile. "Always liked that dress." He whispers, still staring at me and I blush at his comment, because whenever the three of us slept over and I changed into dresses, Evan always approved of this one. "You look beautiful, An." He says.

"Thanks, Ev. You look great too." I say, because Evan in a suit has to be an amazing sight.

Breanna clears her throat behind us and we cross the road, Luke joining in as he parks his car in front of my house. Evan's the one to ring the doorbell and a moment later a woman in what looks like a black formal dress opens the door.

My friends give me curious looks but I just shrug in return. They have to know that Chris's father is loaded! She lets us in and when we reach the living room, it's totally different than I really remember it. A soothing music is playing in the background and any traces of the couches and the x-box are gone from there. Men in suits and women in dresses are occupying, carrying out conversations and almost everyone has a wine or a champagne glass in their hand.

Much like the woman who opened the door, there are several other people in the same uniform like dress along with men. He must have hired a hosting team.

"Holy shit."

My head snaps to my left where I notice Jordan standing in a dark grey fitted suit, looking absolutely handsome except that he's gaping at me like a creep.

"What?" I shift on my feet, already feeling conscious.

"Don't mind me, I'm not surprised by your beauty, but I'm just.. like, I've never seen you in a dress." He says, coming to stand close to me, "Has Chris seen you yet?"

"Nope." I blush, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"He has, now." Breanna smiles, and I follow her gaze to where Chris is standing.

Two men who look around their forties are standing with him, having a fluent conversation but his attention is no longe there. His intense gaze is set on me as his eyes roam down my body then back to my face and I seem to lose my breath when I take him in. He's wearing a black tux, his hair set for once as his jacket clings to his muscles, showing off his built.

I have never seen a man look so breath taking.

His gaze falters from me as he mumbles something to the other two men before turning to walk towards me.

"Well, we'll see you around." Luke says, taking Breanna and Jordan with him but I still feel Evan's presence behind me.

"Evan, come on!" Breanna tugs on his hand but I only give them so much attention before I focus back on the greek god walking towards me himself.

He stops right in front of me, his grey eyes not leaving mine as he continues to look at me, sending a bunch of butterflies in my stomach as he doesn't seem to look away. We both open our mouth to speak at the same time but then close them shut almost as instantly. He smirks a little at that, making me turn even more red than before as he takes my hand abruptly and starts walking.

I almost fall face first before his arm comes around my waist and he steadies me as we approach the stairs, confusing me a little. But I seem to have lost my voice so I don't say anything as he takes two steps at a time and I manage to keep up.

When we reach the familiar hallway, the voices from below are totally shut out as he opens his bedroom door and closes it shut behind him. I scowl and open my mouth to speak, "Jay—"

I'm cut off before I can continue any further as his lips come rushing to mine, shutting me off completely as a loud moan erupts from the both of us. He doesn't waste any time as his tongue invades my mouth, his cold stud sending a shiver down my spine and his hands cup my neck, his thumbs massaging the exposed skin as we continue to kiss.

My thoughts try to keep up as my hands roam underneath his jacket and I feel his muscles underneath the white shirt before tugging on his jacket which he removes when he notices my struggle with it.

Somehow we end up moving on the bed with my back pressed against the mattress firmly as his lips trail down from my lips to my jaw to the sensitive spot beneath my earlobe as he sucks on the skin, making me arch my back as a moan leaves me.

I notice his hands caressing my exposed thighs before going further as he grips on the inner skin, making me want to close my legs shut because of the intense feeling coursing through my whole body like I've never felt it before. Something tells me that is the opposite of the slow relationship we should be preaching but my thoughts have turned into a jelly when I feel his fingers caressing my core through the fabric.

An audible gasp leaves me at the contact and his head lifts from my neck as he stares at me, his eyes asking for permission without him uttering a single word. I gulp before nodding and his lips meet mine again, my eyes shutting close on their own as his fingers fumble with the fabric, pushing it aside before I feel his skin against the bundle of nerves which makes me bite my tongue from screaming out in pleasure as I feel his finger entering me.

"Chris!" I moan against his mouth and he continues his movement as my hands come up to tug at the roots of his hair.

I feel his hardness on my inner thigh which only drives me insane as his fingers pick up the pace and his mouth never leaves mine. The heat building in the pit of my stomach keeps growing until I feel the weakness in my legs and almost a whimper leaves me as I come undone and he slowly withdraws his fingers, leaving me feeling empty as I open my eyes to look at him staring at me with a bead of sweat covering his forehead.

"You're fucking beautiful, you know that?" He kisses the corner of my mouth.

I try to come up with words but fail miserably as my cheeks heat up with the realisation of what just occurred. He grins when he studies my face, probably noticing the circles in my head turning.

"Stop overthinking something you enjoyed so much." He teases, making me smack him and he bursts out laughing.

I use that as my advantage and push him back on the mattress as I straddle his lap and a loud groan leaves him when I feel him beneath me.

"Holy shit, Adrianna!" He whispers, his eyes closing shut as I lean down to place open mouth kisses from his jaw to his neck as he fidgets underneath me.

"You're just making it worse for yourself, Jay." I smile and he mumbles a complaint which makes me smile against his skin as my teeth nibble on the skin on his neck.

I lick it before kissing it, sucking it and nibbling on it continuously as my hips continue to straddle him with slow and torturous movement. When I'm satisfied, I back up and notice the mark clear on his neck, making me smile as I look at his face filled with lust and pleasure.

"Remember how I feel about you in a leather jacket?" I say and he looks at me.

"Uh-huh?" He says, a slow smirk forming on his lips. "What about it?"

"I like you ten times better in a tux. Imagine that." I whisper and he shakes his head at me with a smirk as his hands come down to cup my ass.

"I lo—"

A knock on the door interrupts him and we both are too immobile to actually move but crane our necks towards the door to see Jordan entering. His eyes widen when he takes in the scene in front of him before spreading into an amusing smirk.

"Always knew you were a top." Jordan tells me, making me groan as I hide my face in Chris's neck and he wraps his arms around my waist, sitting up with me still on his lap as he glares at his best friend.

"The hell, Jordan?" He asks, looking at my dress to see that nothing is revealing anything, probably forgetting the part about his friend being gay and having remotely no interest in me.

Jordan's smirk drops as he looks at Chris, "Yeah, your father has been looking for you." He says.

Chris nods, "I'll be right down. Now get out." He says, and Jordan shakes his head at us before closing the door behind him.

I smack Chris on his head and he scowls at me, "What was that for?"

"You didn't lock the door."

He smirks at that, "I was distracted." He kisses my cheek and I try not to melt at his words.

"What if I was naked and someone had barged in?" I pout and he runs his thumb on my now gloss free lips.

This is why Breanna insisted me to keep the gloss in my clutch. Chris looks down at me, "I like the dress too much on you to actually remove it from your body."

"Stop!" I bury my face in my palms and he laughs, pulling my hands away.

"We have to go, baby." He says and I nod, "Time to say the unpleasant things, but before that you need to get off my lap for it to actually effect."

I grin at him before sliding off of him and fixing my dress before moving towards his bathroom door to clean myself up. "Rotten dead rats?" I suggest and he physically shudders.

"What's with you and rotten things?"

"What's with you getting boners and then wanting to hear unpleasant things?" I retort back and he arches an eyebrow at me.

"If I don't focus on unpleasant things then I would need something really pleasing to get rid of this," he points to the huge bulge in his pants and once I look there, I cannot seem to look away. He stands up, closing the distance between us before he kisses me lightly on the lips, "And we don't have time for that."

I nod, my tongue caught in my throat as I disappear in the bathroom. I take my time and after I come back, Chris is putting on his jacket as he stands in front of the mirror, running a hand through his hair. I fixed my hair as much as I could and they look pretty much fine along with the coat of gloss I applied.

When I reach him I straighten out his tie and he smiles at me. "You in dresses is my new favourite thing."

"You in tux is mine." I grin and press a kiss on his cheeks.

He gives me his phone and I frown before he points towards the mirror, "Take a pic."

I grin because I have very few pictures with him, and every time either they are candid or I have forced him to take them. I turn towards the mirror and he bends down a little, his chin resting on my bare shoulders as he pulls my back towards his chest and wraps his arms around my belly while I put the phone screen up and click the photograph.

I take another and this time he tilts his head as he places a kiss on my cheek, making me blush which causes him to smirk.

"Come on, let's go meet my father." He whispers and I nod, taking his hand in mine.

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