"“Put the dress on.”
“Fuck off, Casey.”
“That mouth.”
“Will never be around your cock again,” I hiss, raging, once again aware that only a fraction of my anger is dedicated to his fucking nerve. The rest is all on me, for the pressure inside building and burning. “I should slap you.”
“Go ahead. It’ll give me another reason to punish you.” His jaw is pulsing. And so am I. “Put. It. On.”
I meet him chest to chest. “Fuck. Off.”
He almost smiles, our mouths close, as he raises his glass of wine. Red wine.
And slowly tips it.
What the hell?
It hits my décolletage and pours down between my boobs, soaking me, and I gasp, stepping back. “What the hell, Casey?” I look down at my ruined dress, stunned.
Snatching the dress bag off the wall, Casey yanks the zip down, revealing the beautiful cream dress, and all I can do is look on, in a complete stupor, as he takes it out and gets it off the hanger. “I bought you the fucking dress, so I want to see you in the fucking dress.” "The Seduction