(TRIGGER WARNING)
Of all the crazy s**t I’ve let Artemis convince me into doing, this takes the cake, and all just to satisfy that final day wish of his.
He's a sick, that's what he is.
I rethink all of this while I stare back at myself in the mirror of the girls' bathroom, right after getting changed into this outfit he so desperately wanted to see me in.
In my own opinion, I might as well not be wearing any clothes at all. It's the shortest, skin-tight black dress I've ever worn, with spaghetti straps that hold the fabric up.
The cowl neckline, on the other hand, dips a little lower than my insecurities allow. Every asset I have is on display, like a hooker on the side of the road waiting to be picked up.
No f*****g way I'm wearing this outside of here.
On cue, my phone begi
