Marilyn hated the dress. In fact, she hated that she was in the dressing room, changing from one outfit to another. Each one had an ugly design. It was either too much of a low neck line or the material pricked at her skin. She bit her plump, pink lips as she studied herself in the mirror. This one was silk from waist up, revealing a good amount of her D cup sized breast. It was a little too much and although she still didn’t like the dress, she believed it was the best outfit to take a revenge on her parents.
Just that morning, Marilyn still had a heated argument with her parents. She had left with tears streaming down her face as she walked out on them, went for a long drive before stopping at the fashion shop. Everything about her life was planned and dictated by her parents. Her education, the food she ate, the cloth she wore and even the man she should marry. But this time, she would choose this dress.
Sniffing, her chest clenched at the thought of Ade as she imagined him running his hands over her body. In two weeks, that would happen. She would be forced to marry him, forced to give him her all, including her body. Yes, Ade was hot. He was any woman’s dream man. He had a perfect oval face, with nicely trimmed beard along his cheeks. One look into his cinnamon coloured eyes and any woman would melt, even his boyish grin had an effect on Marilyn once in a while but she controlled herself.
They had gone out on a couple of forced dates, he had tried kissing her a few times and at one time, he had almost ripped her clothes off. All these she had told her mother but she wouldn’t listen. Her excuse was “He’s your soon to be husband. You would have enough sex, so you better stop running away from him.”
But Marilyn knew what she wanted. She wanted to be free, have a career then get married by thirty. “Not happening,” her mother said one time. And that chapter of the topic was officially closed. Now as she looked at the embroidery band cinching her waist and allowing her voluptuous hips pop out, she wondered what Ade would do to her. Would he cajole her with words like he usually did or would he forcefully get the clothes off and have her.
The image of his dick flashed in her mind and she bit her lips even more, confused as to what she really wanted. She had seen him naked once. It was one time when she went to his house, fuming because Ade accepted a building contract without her consent. After all, her parents wanted their marriage to build a larger empire for the future of Brown Housing Development Company. It was the deal, get them married and have a bigger empire. But Ade still went ahead to seal a deal without her knowledge. She had pushed the gate man aside, barged into his house, ran up the stairs and there stood Ade in all his naked glory. She couldn’t understand why he was fully naked even after she had threatened she would skin him alive once she got to his apartment. She couldn’t even explain why his dick was erect. She was unable to talk that day, so he just smirked turned around and took his towel before walking into the bathroom.
Ever since, she had imagined what it would feel like wrapping her hands around it or how he would taste in her mouth. Sighing, she shook her head and just about then, Charlie Puth’s one call away blared, alerting her of an incoming call. She lunged forward to pick it on the leather sofa, almost tripping, but soon hissed as soon as she saw who it was.
“Ade,” she said and he chuckled at the other end.
“I like how you call my name,” he drawled, his voice wasn’t the usual deep male voice. It was soft, almost buttery.
“Well, I don’t like your name,” she snapped. “What do you want?”
“You.”
“I swear to God, I’ll hang up if you don’t talk.”
“Fine,” he groaned. “About the meeting, I’ll be picking you soon, so it can commence.”
“I...I’m in the middle of something now.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll pick you,” he said. “Where are you?”
“At my designer’s shop,” Marilyn shut her eyes and bit her lips, scolding herself internally for telling him where she was. He knew her designer’s shop well. In fact he introduced her to the woman. “Don’t worry, Ade, tell me when it’s starting. I’ll meet up.”
“I’m already on my way.”
He said then with a beep the call ended.
Marilyn looked back at the mirror as she adjusted her cloth around her breasts. The dress looked good. It showed off her neck which wasn’t too long or short. Glad she inherited her mother’s beautiful thin eyes, plump lips, caramel skin colour and voluptuous body, she smiled into the mirror.
“Aunty, do you like it?” the sales girl peeped through the curtains.
“Yes, I don’t but...” she nodded. “I’ll take the dress.”
She smiled to herself, knowing her mother would scream her lungs out when she sees the dress on her.
*****
After fifteen minutes of waiting, Marilyn heard the Ade’s voice echoed until it stopped. She had sat down but stood up again just as he pulled the curtain. She could see his eyes almost pop out of its sockets, but for someone as cocky as Ade, he quickly got hold of himself. He scratched the back of his neck then grinned.
“This looks good on you,” he said, walking towards her. She could have sworn the area around his crotch swelled a little.
“Yea,” she said, looked away and was about to drop her phone into her bag when she felt his arms wrap around her waist.
“I could eat you right now,” he breathed, his breath caressed the back of her neck.
“Let go of me,” she tried making her voice stern enough but it came out flat, raspy even.
Grabbing his arm, she tried pushing him away but he wouldn’t budge. So she just gave up, breathing heavily as she faced the mirror. His head was buried in her neck, so she couldn’t even see his face, but she knew he wanted her, his erect dick against her buttocks spoke for him.
“Please stop, Ade,” she whispered. “The sales girl might come in any minute.”
Seconds passed by before he released his grip on her.
“I need to change,” Marilyn said, completely flustered.
