Living With The Player

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I can’t turn back on those words, I’ll just find a way, struggle then through the day.

After heading in, our paths didn’t cross all through the day. We were the only ones in the house, his parents had a company to run.

I locked the door in case he was getting stupid ideas. I checked my phone, clutched it to my chest slightly irritated and annoyed. Kyle hadn’t texted or called, if I didn’t better, I’d think maybe he liked the seperation or wasn’t at all bothered by the fact that we weren’t together anymore.

He didn’t call it quits or say it to my face, it was like spacing, not a break up, I turn my back and he’s talking to some bitch. How could I possibly relate to that?

I’m angry, with good reasons. I expect him to call or text, but there’s nothing.

I tossed the cell aside, laying down with my palms underneath my head. This isn’t good at all.

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Hours later, my body wakes up on its own accord. If I slept through the event, that’s a good excuse as any, but I just had to wake up.

Very well then.

Dylan got clothes as well, I can’t bring that as an excuse.

Groaning, I got up and approached the closet. I’m currently rummaging through my closet in search for a suitable outfit which would make me look good enough to go to the party with Dylan tonight.

By good enough, I don’t mean dress to Impress or anything of that sort, I want to look presentable enough for his parents and any other dignitaries that might attend.

On that note, nothing in this closet will do the trick.

He got these clothes on purpose knowing fully well I do not show off skin.

Aside from the slutty dresses, the others were casual clothes meant for classes or sleeping, not the kind you wear to a fund raiser.

I returned to the dresses, taking them out at the same time, I laid then on the bed, examining carefully.

They weren’t presentable.

I tossed each of them aside, by elimination I had just one left. It wasn’t the best, but putting the others into consideration, it’ll have to suffice. I wasn’t convinced. I went back to the others, picked the first and looked over.

The red dress had too much slit on the left, I had long legs, my thighs would be visible, if I decide not to wear tights, I’m sure that my panties might even get exposed, one could only wonder why Dylan would get me a dress like that. I rolled my eyes and kept it aside. That’s a confirmed no. On to the next.

The black dress was a straight gown, no slits on each side, it was a beautiful piece, the only problem is the V-Neck at the top. I placed it in front and as I suspected, it would show a considerable amount of my cleavages and my upper breast as well.

They couldn’t have placed a net covering or something. I rolled my eyes all over.

The next…

The Purple dress didn’t fit my skin, I looked terrible in it.

The green one was perfect but had a zipper problem.

And the yellow one, I agreed to use this one since the rest were terrible, but after a second glance, I refused. It was definitely plain. This counts as something casual, I mistook it for a dinner gown.

I face palmed myself. Not good

I slumped on the bed right on top the nunberous outfits, I checked the clock and it was already seven pm. I had taken my bath, I just needed to get dressed and apply a little make up. It was far too late to go to the boutique and even if it wasn’t, I doubt I had enough money with me to spare.

Well this is a good excuse as any. I guess no party for me.

It’s either that or look into ways to get a dress for tonight.

I wagered that I had only one option and that was to go to Dylan’s mom. I didn’t want to be a burden but I already promised Dylan so I had no choice. I gulped hard practicing my lines before heading downstairs where I suspected they would be. She was in the kitchen giving orders to the maid ahead of time. I played with my nails, waiting for her to finish up. She finally turned around and broke in a smile.

“Dearie? Can I help you something.”

Her palms were pressed together still full of smiles. How could this kind and charming woman birth a monster?

I shook my head.

“Actually, yes. There’s this dinner party of yours Dylan invited me to and I want to look good enough but you know most of my clothes were….”

Before I finished, she approached me, placed both hands over my shoulder, lowered her head slightly then grinned.

Okay…

“I was truly waiting for you to say something, I didn’t want it to seem crazy. Dylan told me you said yes, I’m extremely excited, I can barely contain it. I’ll help you look spectaclar, you’ll be center of attraction, I assure you my son will not be able to take his eyes off you.”

Strangely, the final part gave me tingles.

Without a response or opposition from me, she tugged at my arm, turned us both around and walked out of the kitchen.

Let’s see if she’s right.

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