I stepped out from the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. Ender brought me in the master's bedroom after our first round in my studio. I thought we will prepare to see the kids but he's just so insatiable that we end up doing another round and if his phone didn't ring because his kids were now looking for him. I am sure we'd still be tangle with each other.
As my eyes searches for him. He came out from my walk-in closet with a white wrap up dress on his hand. He showed it to me and smile pops in my lips.
"Since when did you become a stylist?" I teased him.
Ender pulled the tag from the fancy looking dress.
"You should wear this," he said. It's more of a command than a suggestion from him. I grinned and took the hanger from his hand.
I see no problem wearing this but I am curious. Out of
