The gala

The burgundy strappy dress flowed down just above my knees. It wasn't revealing but it snitched on the right places and seemed perfect. After getting all ready, I descended from the steps to meet with Leander who had been bothering me for the past hour to leave the room without getting my hair done. I didn't listen to him. Not once. His gaze met with mine and crashed. His eyes quickly spread, roaming over my body. It had been a long while since he had seen me dress up. "You wish you fucked this." I stated, rolling my eyes and rushing closer to the door. His loss. His lips parted and his mouth remained open for the next couple seconds at my words. I had been irritated since yesterday, since he had rejected me and my advances and hadn't given me enough information to believe him that he still loved me. "Let's go. Aren't we getting late?" I asked, snapping him back to reality and forcing his eyes to level with mine instead of my ass that barely went in through the dress. The hunger was vi