The Destroyer

Chapter 11

Savannah curse as she realized there was no towel in the bathroom. This can't be happening to her.

She debate on whether to call Onyx or make a run for it back to the bedroom. It was a hard decision.

The bathroom door open and she jump back. Onyx look at her from head to toe.

"Are you OK?"

"I forget the towel."

He laugh before lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

"Put me down! What the hell! Onyx!"

"I quite like the view around here."

"You didn't!"

"Next time just call for me instead of standing in the bathroom freezing your pretty little ass off."

She gasp.

She was speechless.

He open the bedroom door and set her down. "You have arrived at your destination."

She gape at him.

"What?"

"Nothing."

She speed walk to where the towels are stored and grab one.

"Oh your dress is here along with what you're wearing underneath."

"You didn't." She narrow her eyes at him.

"I didn't. Got to do something to keep my mind occupied."

Onyx take up the large box that Savannah somehow over looked. He set it on the bed and open it.

"Wow!" Savannah rush to the box as Onyx take out the long dress.

"I'll say the measurement did the job."

"The measurements? When did you take measurements?"

"You were sleeping." He look at her sheepishly. "I didn't want to wake you."

She look in the box and take out what he want her to wear underneath.

"You make underwear?! Actually these aren't underwear. They are so tiny!"

"You're wearing it or nothing at all."

"You're not being fair."

"Life is not fear." Savannah pout. She kind of like them.

"Can you make more?" Onyx was caught off guard.

"I guess. Where are you wearing them to?"

"Here of course. A girl got to dress up every now and them." She drop the garment on the bed. "I know you want to see me in them."

She turn and walk away to get some clothes.