Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 25. Worth the exaggeration

Chapter 25: 25. Worth the exaggeration

"You think?" I ask.

"Dearest, what do you think of Marilyn Monroe in glasses?" He asks.

"The woman looks good in everything. She was stunning in glasses."

"Well right now, Marilyn Monroe in glasses can’t hold a candle next to you. You look far more breathtaking," He’s exaggerating.

"You are exaggerating." I can feel the warmth from his hands getting hotter like it always does anytime his touch lingers on my skin.

I try to turn my head to the side, but his hands on my face are firm and won’t allow me the liberty to escape his gaze.

"I am not." He says, "and even if I am, it is only because you are worth every exaggeration." He says and when he says something like that while staring at me like that, also while being so close to me, it makes me lose my breath completely.

"So believe me when I tell you that you are beautiful with the glasses on." His voice slips to a whisper. "So much so that I think I’m starting to harbor a fetish for you in glasses."

H_his face is getting closer, his eyes are no longer on my eyes, they have gone lower...

To my_ to my lips.

T_this time I’m certain he wants to KISS ME!!!

With a quick bolt, I rise to my feet on the bed, finally finding the strength to move his hands away from my face. "W_what’s in that big box? T_that’s a very big box. W_what’s in_ inside?" I’m fumbling with words because my head has gone blank!

Was he really trying to kiss me or was I just reading too much into things? This room is so hot. I think the heating system of this house is too much. Really!

I hear a small laugh and I turn around in time to see him hide a smile.

"Your dress for tonight." He says.

"You got me a dress? I was going to wear something I have."

He rises to his feet and walks to the box. "Tonight is the first time I officially get to flaunt Mrs Grand in the social world," he picks up the box, "Allow me the liberty to spoil you anyhow I want. Even if it’s just for tonight."

Anyone who hears the way he speaks would think we are in a real marriage. They would think I’m really his romantic interest.

I collect the box from him, "Thank you." I simply say. With a smile I don’t quite understand, he turns around and walks away from me.

"Ah, I almost forgot." He says and walks back towards me. He goes to the bedside shelf and picks up my contacts, "I’ll throw these out for you." He’s not asking. He’s only telling me what he’s decided on doing.

Which means like it or not, he’s not going to allow me to wear them again.

After he leaves, I can’t stop myself from running to the huge mirror in my room, "He was indeed exaggerating." I mumble while trying to control the smile that threatens to tear my lips. "I’m not beautiful at all."

I touch the rims of the glasses with both my fingers, "But I do love the glasses. I think they suit me too." I don’t think I’ve loved any gift as much as I’ve loved this one. They’re just eyeglasses...

Yes they are, but they are not just any glasses... It’s a gift from him. One that was given with my comfort in heart.

I like it. I like it a lot.

...

The dress Duke picked for me is a one piece hot red beaded shoulder-knee body fitting dress with a slit at the back. Long lace sleeves with frills at the tip, and an open back. The beading of the dress is intricate and just mind blowing.

The red heels and red purse adds to the exquisiteness of the entire outfit!

He meant it when he said he wanted to flaunt me tonight.

All eyes will be on me if I wear an all red outfit!

The dress is beautiful!! Too beautiful! What makes him think I can pull it off? I can pull it off!

Everything seems so hot and sooo red, meanwhile I’m so dull! And so me!

I’ll just kill the outfit. And not in a good way. In a very bad way, not the kind of kill that means a person perfectly pulls off the outfit. I mean the kind of kill that means the designer of the dress will be highly embarrassed and ashamed when they see the person wearing their dress.

It’s really such a beautiful dress. A thought suddenly crosses my mind, "Alicia will be able to pull it off." I mumble to myself.

It would match her hot red lipstick that she always uses.

I wonder what she will be wearing today.

Who cares? Whatever she wears, she’ll be the belle of the ball. She’ll catch everyone’s attention.

Everyone.

Including Duke.

He’ll see her, and he’ll know that she is even more beautiful than I have explained. And like every other guy, he would fall for her.

I know Duke is not like Rowan, nor is he like all the other guys I dated before Rowan. But they were all different too. That’s until they met Alicia. She didn’t even ever need to do much. She didn’t have to seduce. Just one smile was enough to wrap them all around her finger.

What if Duke too, like all the others, gets wrapped up in her beauty. What if he sees her and can’t help being drawn to her.

No normal man can resist her. No man in his right mind would choose me over her. Especially not on a party night like this where she will be beautifully dressed.

Why am I thinking of this now?

Maybe it’s not a wise decision to make them meet. Maybe I should tell Duke that we shouldn’t go. Maybe that will be for the best.

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