Scarlet Resurrection

Red Dress

Scarlet stared blankly at the TV, lost in her own thoughts. She was vaguely aware of the front door being shut and the sound of approaching footsteps. Michael came and sat down next to her on the sofa.

“I’ve arranged for Tom to stay here for the day.” he said, speaking in a soft voice, anticipating Scarlet’s response.

Her eyes widened immediately, and focused on him.

“I don’t want Tom. I want you here with me,” she said quietly. Michael could hear the tremor in her voice.

“I know. But I’ll need to get some clothes and stuff if I am going to stay here with you, right?” he said coaxingly.

Scarlet frowned as she thought about what he had said. Tom was a burly man who had been with Michael’s security team from the start, and she knew she would be safe with him.

“Okay. But when will you get back? Derrick said I have to attend a party tonight, and I want you to go there with me.”

“I heard about a party. Don’t worry. I’ll be back by 9pm. Martin said we can get there within half an hour,” he said coolly.

Michael stood up to leave, and Scarlet fought the urge to jump up and hug him. Instead, she hugged her knees to her chest and rested her chin on her knees, closing her eyes.

A soft kiss grazed the skin on her forehead, making her eyes spring open, but Michael was already walking away. Scarlet wondered if she had imagined the kiss, but the tingling sensation on her forehead said otherwise.

She smiled softly, pleasantly content with the small show of affection. The sound of the front door being shut was still ringing throughout the house, when her phone vibrated, and the screen lit up with a message notification.

Tom is standing near the entrance, let him know if you need anything. Be safe. - M

Scarlet’s laughter echoed through the house. Only a bodyguard could be worried about her safety in her own house. The idea of being in any sort of danger was absurd and foreign to Scarlet.

Her laughter faded away as she realised that she was now a billionairess. Suddenly, the idea of being in danger seemed more realistic. The people who knew about the money she had inherited were the very people she had staunchly avoided.

Scarlet walked into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. She had often told Adrian that the only way she would attend one of his parties was if she was high on drugs or drunk. But she needed her wits about her tonight, so she settled for only one glass of wine, and put the bottle back.

She noticed Tom standing near the entrance as she made her way towards the staircase.

“Hi, Tom!” she smiled at him.

“Hello, ma’am.” he nodded back.

An involuntary shiver went down her spine. Hearing Tom say the word ma’am immediately made her thoughts flash back to what Michael had whispered in her ear.

“What happened last night was just the beginning, ma’am.”

Scarlet walked up the staircase, her skin burning as she remembered the way his hands had felt on her. The way his lips had barely grazed the skin on her neck. She involuntarily traced her fingers all over her neck, craving for his lips.

As she walked into her room, her fingers traced a path down towards the button of her jeans. She was aching to touch herself, to finish what they had started before they had been interrupted. Setting the glass of wine on the bedside table, she started unbuttoning her jeans.

Before she could take them off, her phone vibrated in the pocket of her jeans. Groaning with annoyance, she slipped the phone out to check the notification. It was a message from Derrick.

Remember to wear something nice. All eyes will be on you tonight. Best of luck - Derrick

Derrick would have to be the only person alive who signed off a text message with his government name. His message made Scarlet jittery.

Slipping off her jeans and t-shirt, she walked towards the closet with the glass of wine, to choose a dress. She moved the hangers, trying to find the perfect one. Her closet was full of unworn dresses with the tags still hanging from them.

Scarlet’s gaze fell on a deep red dress peeking out from in between two black dresses. She grabbed the hanger and held the dress out in front of her.

It was a dress that had been custom made for her, by Adrian. The dress had small pieces of fabric for sleeves that barely covered her shoulders. The fabric of the dress was light and drapey, and Scarlet knew it would cling to her skin, with the deep cowl neck exposing her cleavage. The modest ankle length of the dress was marred by the high slit on the front, which reached her upper thigh.

To top it off, Adrian had specifically requested to make it backless. Scarlet had taken one look at it and put it in her closet, determined never to wear it. Adrian had begged her to wear it at least once, but she had been adamant about her decision.

Taking the dress off the hanger, she walked into the bathroom, to stand in front of the mirror. She slipped the dress on, and adjusted the sleeves on her shoulder so they wouldn't slip off. The dress fit her like a glove and accentuated her slim waist and slender legs.

Dragging her hair to the front, she turned around to examine how she looked from behind. Her back was completely exposed. Scarlet marvelled at the way her ass was perfectly emphasised.

She drank the last of her wine and set to work on her makeup and hair. Scarlet was determined to make her appearance at the party worthwhile for everyone. Her mind was subconsciously aware that the sudden urge to show everyone up was fueled by alcohol, but she didn’t care.

Scarlet’s knowledge of makeup was minimal, and her finished look embodied it. She had opted for red lipstick that matched the dress, and light smokey eye makeup that made her grey eyes stand out. It was her signature look whenever she had stepped out for a date with Adrian.

Her focus shifted to her hair. She quickly grabbed a set of hairpins and started pinning her hair up. Some strands were left hanging to frame her face, with the overall look ending up being a messy updo. Spritzing on some perfume, she walked out to the closet to grab a pair of black high heels.

The heel was only three inches long. Anything exceeding that length would have Scarlet wobbling for her life, the thought of which made her smile as she put on her heels. She picked up her phone and made her way downstairs. It was exactly 9pm.