Devilish Affection [18+]

"Pick up, for fuck sake." I groaned at the phone, staring at the three dresses that hung from the closet door in my room.

Dragging my hands through my hair, I let out a deep nervous sigh. I was meeting Madam Catherine in an hour. Lewis, the man who served food to everyone on the Penthouse floor had given me a note to tell me where the exact location would be.

Rafael hadn't answered my phone last night and neither was he answering it now. I had texted Alex all night long, unable to sleep and we had talked about everything and nothing, talking about lives and our future. I had told him about Rafael, telling him how he was my friend and Alex was slightly shocked that I was friends with Rafael Romanov.

This was the step to the future yet I couldn't get through to anyone. It was eight in the morning and I had to be there by nine. Betty wouldn't be waking up any time soon, despite the ten phone calls I did.

I rang Rafael again, staring at the three dresses hanging on the door. Black, blue and red. They were evening dresses, something sophisticated that I had since I had shopped yesterday until I could no longer carry bags and my car was full of bags.

Most of them had been unpacked and still scattered around the house.

The doorbell rang and I let out a sigh of relief, holding the towel around my body closer as I quickly ran towards it. "Lewis, I was hoping you- oh."

Alex stood in front of my door with a bouquet of roses. "Oh." He ran his eyes over my body and I gaped at him. "Wrong time?"

"You bought me flowers?" I asked stupidly and he nodded, running a hand through his hair.

"You talked last night about how you liked roses so I couldn't exactly find black roses but red roses were easy to find." He smiled and I couldn't help but smile back. "Can I come in?"

I nodded my head and he stepped closer, bending down and pressing his lips against mine. My eyes closed as his hand snaked around me, pressing me into his body as I kissed him back. "Want to tell me why you're opening the door with a towel around you?"

"I have to meet someone." I murmured against his lips and he pulled back a little. "You know how I was telling you last night about an escort job?" He nodded his head, an arm still around me. "I might be able to do it tonight."

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Well if you do it with a towel on, then I'd stand first in line." I chuckled, pulling away and closing the door as he walked into the penthouse. "Did you win the lottery overnight?" He whistled, placing the flowers on the dining table.

I ignored his question. "You can help me pick a dress out, I've got to meet Madam Catherine in an hour." I quickly hurried to the bedroom, thankful the towel was wrapped around my body, hiding all the scars. "Black?" I lifted the black dress as he walked into the room, and looked around at the mess before making space on the bed for himself to sit on. "Black says I'm sexy and I know it."

"That you are."

I held the next dress up, red. "This says I'm fierce, sexy and I don't accept bullshit."

He shook his head so I threw the red dress onto the bed before picking up the blue dress. "This says, I'm cute and innocent." I said.

"The black dress." He pointed towards it and I nodded my head, dropping the blue dress onto the bed before walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind myself. I let the towel drop on my already moisturised body and pulled a black thong on, before lifting my boobs up with some boob tape that the lady at the till had said I should buy for some of the dresses I had since I wouldn't be able to wear a bra.