Twenty
1001 Words
Kimberly
I was so confused about the dinner that I didn't even know what to wear. Besides, I didn't bring my clothes when I came to Kendrick's Manor.
Though, he had the wardrobe stocked with dresses of different colors and designs, I had no reason to wear them as I barely went out.
Jeans was my favorite cloth when I was home. I wasn't a fan of dresses, and only wore them during special occasions.
Kendrick bought me jeans, but most of it were baggy. I on other hand enjoys wearing only skin tight jeans or skimpy skirts.
I never expected that he would bring me a dress. That too by himself.
As if on cue, the door opened again, and Kendrick stepped in. I flinched as I saw him come in and I immediately took any one of the dresses.
I didn't want to get punished again. As it is, I ached all over. I didn't notice that Kendrick had a bag in his hand until he placed the bag on the bed.
"Put this on."
He stepped aside after dropping the bag and I saw that he was dressed and ready for the dinner. What I didn't understand was why he wanted to take me out for dinner and why he would bring me a dress.
He never liked me, nor did he accept me. Therefore, I could only conclude that this was my death day.
Especially after seeing the princess treatment he gave me. I mean, the Almighty Kendrick, the blood Lord brought me a dress with his hands.
It was unbelievable.
Something was undoubtedly going down and that was me. Whether I stayed back or went with him. So, I decided that I'd just go with him to the dinner date.
Kendrick was all dressed and ready for the outing. He was wearing a black shirt with nearly invisible white stripes, a black suit and a black pant. His tie was black and so were his shoes.
Kendrick was so fond of the color black. Another indication of his relation with the devil. He was the angel of death.
"Thank you," I muttered as I picked the dress and unzipped the bag.
I waited for him to leave, but he stood rooted to the spot. With one hand in his pocket while the other hand lit the cigarette in his mouth.
"What's wrong?" He took out his cigarette after the first puff.
"I... I want to get dressed," I raised the dress for him to see.
"Go ahead," he replied nonchalantly.
He inserted the cigarette in his mouth again, then he took a seat on the couch in the room.
Though Kendrick had seen me naked so many times. I didn't like the idea of getting dressed while he was seated there. However, the man seemed so determined to stay back and watch me dress.
Left with no choice, I put my undies on and slowly slid the dress on. I watched his eyes stare lustfully at me as I got dressed.
The look on his face made my belly flutter. I didn't know why, but it felt good seeing the look of admiration on his face as he scanned my body.
I tried to pull the zipper, but that seemed like a difficult task. I moved from one side to the other to get it done, but couldn't do it still.
Suddenly I felt his cold hand against my back as his fingers traced my back. "Stay still." He whispered as he slowly adjusted the zipper.
His warm breath caressed my ear and my eyes shut involuntarily. He inhaled sharply before brushing my hair aside.
He kissed my neck and my body shivered. However, it wasn't from fear. This time it was something else. I couldn't explain what it was, but it felt good.
I felt warm in my chest and I immediately touched my chest.
"Tie your hair," he ordered in a low sensual voice.
His voice this time was different, it made my belly dance. "I want to see your neck....always."
I nodded like a teenager who finally got a word from her crush. He kissed my neck again as I tied my hair.
He stayed in that position for a while before moving away. I turned slowly to see if he was still in the room or if he had gone.
He stood behind me, checking me out like he was seeing me for the first time. The dress was a violet colored dress with a high slit that went up to my thigh and slightly cut to reveal my cleavage.
Kendrick whistled as soon as I turned. His lips curled up to show a strange smile. I had never seen him smile, so it felt strange seeing a smile on his face. "Beautiful."
His compliment met me by surprise.
My head whipped and I turned to see if there was someone else standing in Kendrick's place. I mean, the man never saw the good in anything.
"Thank....Thank you," I muttered as I adjusted my dress and touched the make up on my face.
"Hmmm," Kendrick hummed as he looked at me. "Something is missing," he voiced as his eyes looked me from head to toe.
I checked myself out in search of what was missing, but I couldn't find anything missing. Before I could ask what was missing, Kendrick went off and only returned with a small blue box.
He came close to me and opened the box to reveal an emerald earring and necklace. He put the necklace on me and helped me put the earring on.
I couldn't stop staring at the mirror, not at my image, but at the man so different.
What has happened to him all of a sudden? Why was Kendrick acting so different from himself?
Was he being so caring to me because I was about to be slaughtered?
Kendrick stepped back to take another look at me and his lips curled up satisfactorily. "Perfect."
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