Arius POV
I rolled my neck and cracked my shoulders from my position on the dressing room sofa. I had lost count of the number of shops Madeline had dragged me to. She was torturing me in the only way she knew how. I wasn’t going to complain too much as I did get to see her trying on numerous flattering outfits that accentuated her tempting figure.
As the day had gone on and her confidence had grown around me, she was picking sexier and more revealing outfits. Again, torture.
She pulled the curtain back and strutted out in a black, leather dress. It fit her hourglass form like a glove and showcased her boobs in a corset-style top. It stopped half-way down her thighs, which made my imagination run wild. It was so her; grungy, edgy and sexy as f**k. She stood in front of me, pretending I
