"Net. Nope sorry you fucktard Russians, I refuse." I muttered childishly as I stared into the mirrior at my reflection.
It wasn't a dress, it was a shirt.
It was unbelievably short, it came a good six inches above my knees.
It was black, strapless, and it looked really expensive, which really didn't make any sense to me because if you have a small amount of clothing its suppose to cost less right?
like those cute little shoes that are meant for toddlers that you'd see at Target or something.
but not with this dress, it was black and very very revealing.
I want to just crawl under the bed and scream.
"You look kinda hot, I don't see what the problem is? look me and Slayer got you pretty little makeup and hair shit, you can be like a barbie." Xavier said with an all-too innocent smile.
I flipped him off.
"Come on Grey, you got a nice body, its time to show it off." He shrugged as he pushed a lock of chocolate hair out of his eyes, and sat at the edge of the bed.
I walked over to the paper bag and peered in.
sure enough they got everything, and good brand names too.
"How'd you know what to get?" I frowned.
his lips pulled up into a proudful grin.
"Cute little blonde check-out girl" he licked his lips.
I quickly decided not to say anything more on the subject, instead I shooed him out, and began to get ready.
I curled the tips of my dark red hair, and slid product in.
makeup dark- and smoky
long eyelashes covered with false lashes and thick black
left my pale skin alone, considering I didn't have
Jesus for
then slid some dark red lipstick on, to bring out my hair, and to finsish it off slid on
came out of the bathroom feeling a very rare
when I saw the shoes I was suppose to
highest thing i've ever seen, with their 6 inch heel heel, it almost made
could kill a man with a roll of toilet paper, and I can take apart an AR-15 and put it back together, but its simply impossible for
out of the room and into the main living room, holding the heels
and Slayer sat on the couch, watching TV, and when I stepped out they
me like dehydrated dogs, both of their eyes trailed along my
look kinda fucking good. svyatoye der'mo. holy shit." Slayer said,
"Thanks. I'm not wearing these" U said as
inward into a frown, "Why
can't walk in these, its technically impossible.
look fine
shook my head and stomped my foot childishly, "I'm
and grabbed the
over
trained assassin, you've killed people...and you're telling me that you're too
"Big shoe" I corrected.
his eyes, "Whatever, thats not my point little girl, my point is that you are wearing those shoes, I don't give a rats ass what
Fuckingfuckingfuckingfucking.
just like Sin." I
voice from
was, dressed in a black satin suit, that complimented his black hair
he looked breath taking.
him, and laughed "Like what you