Shaira tried to look stern but couldn’t hold back the laughter that bubbled up in her throat. “You’re incorrigible.” She shook her head, making sure to step back a couple steps.
Because she couldn’t tell if he was joking or not and if he got his hands on her again, function or not, she would readily give in and let him r****h her but that could wait till after the party.
She went in search of a different dress, opting for black this time, after getting her fiance to help zip it up, she tried to rescue her hair.
She already looked ravished, her hair tousled, her lips kiss bruised and hickey littering her neck.
She preferred her hair down anyway so she just brushed out the bouncy curls, patting on some powder and lipstick.
A delicate onyx pendant went round her neck, doing more to highl
