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And then I remembered why.
Maddox and his stupid pranks. The last time he offered
me roses – dead roses – he was on his knees, making a
grand proposal to my ass.
This was his messed-up way of being romantic, but still
staying true to us.
Next to the dress, there was a blue Post-It Note. A
handwritten note, with Maddox’s not so elegant
penmanship.
You look beautiful in white. Wear the dress.
Ah, this was Maddox. He didn’t even bother to ask me to
wear the dress or say ‘please.’ He ordered me to wear it.
And where the hell did he even get this dress? It was
pretty and elegant. A simple white, spaghetti strap silk
dress.
I grabbed the dress and walked over to the mirror,
before slipping it over my head. It came down to my calves,
a few inches above my ankles. The dress was backless, with
crisscross straps to a tie a knot.
“I’m beginning to think I made the wrong choice.”
I gasped at the voice and swiveled around to face the
intruder. “Maddox! You scared me!”
He stood at the entrance of the room and closed the
door behind him. My gaze traveled the length of his body,
slowly taking him in. Yes, I was taking my time to
appreciate the view.
There was nothing wrong with eyeing your best friend,
right? The same best friend I slept with last night…
Instead of his usual attire of jeans and a shirt, he was
wearing black pants, a white buttoned-up shirt and a black
tie. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his thick
forearms coiled with muscles. My stomach fluttered at the
sight of him…all casual elegance and so sinfully looking.
Maddox sauntered over to me, his eyes dark and
intense. “Now that you’re in the dress, I don’t want to leave
the room,” he said hoarsely.