Tatted

DITCHING MICHEAL

"If it's meant to be, It'll be."

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I looked in the mirror, staring at how my body looked in the spaghetti strapped dress. The black, tight material wrapped around my figure nicely, making my curves obvious. Something that i hadn't seen in a while, mostly because my current "style" consisted of giant hoodies and sweatpants.

The neckline of the dress dipped in the middle to show a good amount of cleavage. The dress was short, like really short. I was almost able to see the full dream catcher tattoo on my thigh. It having no sleeves revealed the scars on my wrists. They patterned up my arm, combined with small tattoos I tried to hide them with.

I didn't mind the scars anymore. It wasn't like i tried hard to hide them but i was worried that i didn't look pretty with flaws and cuts all over my skin.

I tried hard to admire the dress, because of course it looked stunning.

So then was it I who didn't look pretty?

No, don't think that.

Tyler had bought the dress for me. Yes, I know. I could tell he has good taste. I just wasn't quite sure if I looked well in it. I shook the thoughts from my head.

The dress is pretty. I am pretty.

But I didn't 100% believe it.

I removed the claw clip from my hair, allowing it to fall upon my shoulders in dark, loose curls. I had cut it a short while ago, but my hair never disappoints me in growth. The dress looked well with the brown matte lipstick Tyler had also bought.

A little concerning that Tyler was the one buying me all of these things. But I am glad he did because today we're going to a dinner party, hosted by one of Tyler's acquaintances whom I don't know. I had absolutely nothing to wear, so when Tyler showed up this morning with a shopping bag I was amazed at his consideration. 

I stared at myself for a while before a knock on the bedroom door made me flinch. The reflection in the mirror looked back at me, demanding me to open the door and I obliged.

To my surprise, the man standing on the other side of the door wasn't Micheal. It was Tyler.

He looked me up and down while I tried to catch my breath because he was wearing a suit. I wasn't going to lie to myself because damn, he looked hot.

I knew it was wrong to look at him in that way but I couldn't help myself.  In some odd way, It felt so good to like someone other than Micheal. Some one new and enticing. I guess I liked the feel of doing something I know I'm not supposed to. Fight me over it.

"Do you need help? You've been up here for hours." He gave me a small, breathy laugh.

How can a laugh be arousing? At this point everything he does is sexy.

Shut up.

"Um, no. Its just-" I opened the door fully and stepped back, allowing him to get a full view of me. "Do I look good?" Why was I asking him this? I don't know.

"Is that even a question?" His answer made my stomach jump. "You look better than good, Gorgeous."

He stepped into the room, studying my body. I wonder what he's thinking.

Then my worst nightmare happened.

Micheal walked into the room.

Micheal walked into the room where I was talking to Tyler. Why was I talking to Tyler in our bedroom?