All On Contract

Chapter 13 - Dre's Party

Tessa's P.O.V:
"Where is this party?" I ask Marshall as I look for something to wear. It's already getting late and Marshall thought I would have already been ready but nope.

I was calling Karla all day after my 100th missed call, she finally decided to call me back and we made up. Although she's still a little mad at me, we both apologised.

"At a club." I hear Marshall mumbles after a while. I walk out the closet to see what's got Marshall so distracted. He's mumbling to himself as he writes on a notebook.

"What's that?" I ask him as I sit down next to him.

"That, is non of your damn business. Hurry up and get the fuck ready." He huffs and drops down on my bed.

"Charming." I mumble as I walk away. "I don't know what to wear." I sigh.

"Wear anything." Marshall says, making me roll my eyes.

I look through my rack of clothes. I pick out a few outfits and walk back into the room to Marshall writing in his notebook again. I drop the clothes next to him and lay them on my bed.

"Help me choose." I say as I place my hand on my hip.

"I don't think you noticed but i'm a rap artist not some gucci head designer." He says.

"Shut up and help me." I huff. "You men are so useless sometime. Honestly." I roll my eyes. Marshall places his note book in his back pocket as he stands up.

"Alright. I'll pick one. Which you have to wear." He says.

"Okay. Pick." I shrug. Marshall glances at a few before he picks up a hot pink dress and holds it up to me.

"Ew!" I scrunch my face up in disgust and throw it on the floor. "I don't even know where I got that from." I add.

"Well this is gonna take the piss." Marshall sighs.

"It won't, whatever you choose next i'll wear." I say since all these clothing iteams weren't that bad.

"Alright." Marshall says. He leans down and picks up a black dress. "This one." He smirks.

I take the shiney black dress and hold it up to take a good look. This will barley cover me! I put it against my body and look in the mirror.

"No. It's barley going to cover me." I shake my head.

"It's gonna look sexy. Wear it." He shrugs.

"Sexy?" I repeat as I turn to face him.

"Oh. You're to embarrassed to wear it. I get it." Marshall says taking a step back and holding his hands up.

"No. I'm not embarrassed." I say quickly. "You know what? I'll wear it." I add to prove him wrong.

I walk away with the dress in my hand and close my closet door. I strip off my leggings and top and change my underwear before I unzip the dress and step into it. I pull the thin straps onto my shoulders as I look at my reflection.

Sighing, I zip it up halfway with my left hand but it doesn't move. I try to pull at the zip with my right hand but I can't reach it. I hold the material together and walk out the closet.

"Zip me up, please." I say to Marshall.

"I don't know...I kinda like it unzipped." He says as he folds his arms and strokes his chin with his fingers.

"Marshall." I sigh. He smirks and walks over to me. I turn around and hold my hair to one side as he holds the material together and zips it up slowly.