Love, Lies & Legacy- chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
"White or black?" asked Julez while twirling around wearing a black knee length dress with a ribbon around her waist.
All of us were at Roberto Cavalli, helping Julez find the perfect outfit for The Billboard Music awards next month. On entry, we were escorted to a private room at the back of the store where in the middle of the room was a three circular stages with mirrors set up around it like a semi circle. The circular stages did not only act as a platform to admire yourself in the clothes you tried on but also as a dressing room. Comfy modern designed sofas were arranged around it. There was a rack full of clothes and gowns, specially chosen by and for Julez.
"Neither," Jesse and I said at the same time.
"Ok, that was freaky," she said while closing the curtains of the circular stage.
"Jesse! I found these cool jeans for you. It's on the rack. It will make your ass look hot. Try it on," she said from the inside of her dressing room. I looked at Jesse and immediately giggled.
"I thought I made it clear that my ass is already hot," he said sarcastically. Julez emerged from the dressing room wearing a dark purple corset dress. The skirt of the dress fanned out like an umbrella with Swarovski crystals around the hemlines of the skirt. Julez looked completely stunning.
"Is it? Sienna, do you think that Jesse has a hot ass?" she asked with a perfectly raised eyebrow.
"Umm… I don't know. I haven't the time to personally check out Jesse's ass. Sorry," I said awkwardly. Jesse laughed at my answer.
"Well, after Jesse tries on the jeans. You will personally check out his ass and tell me if it’s hot or not," she said while twirling around in the dress. Jesse picked up the jean and headed for the dressing room next to his sisters.
"This dress is gorgeous! But I think I'll try on a few more to satisfy myself," Julez said while sipping some champagne that was brought earlier. I just smiled at her when suddenly another rack of clothes came. How many dresses does this girl need to try?
"Great its here! That rack is for you, Sienna. I found some dazzling clothes. Go through them and try some on," she said casually as she closed the curtains. I came out of the dressing room to find Jesse in a pair of dark jeans. It wasn't too baggy and not too fitting. It was just the right cut for him. He was facing the other side, checking his cell phone.
"You do have a hot ass! I never noticed it before and those jeans really accentuate your English tush," I said sarcastically. He turned around and for a moment he didn't move or say a word. Slowly a charming smile flitted across his already well define face.
"You look incredible," he said finally. I turned around to face myself in the mirror. I was wearing a strapless deep blood red full-length gown. It was strapless and the fabric was arrange in a criss cross way from the bodice until the waist where from there it cut to the side. I have never in my life worn something so exquisite.
"Holy shit, that looks beautiful on you," Julez said with half her mouth opened.
"Don't you think it’s a little too much?' I asked while feeling the soft silk fabric draping over my body.
"Hell no! That dress is perfect. You have got to buy it," she said while checking out her PDA phone.
"If I buy it, when would I wear it? I don't go to awards shows like you, Julez.”
"You never know when there will be a special occasion and you need a gown that fabulous," she said casually as she tossed a navy blue shirt at Jesse.
"You should consider buying it, sweetie. What is this Julez?" Jesse asked while holding up the shirt.
"It looks good with the jeans," she said while taking a good look at her twin. "Yup, your ass looks fantastic. Now try the shirt on." Jesse gave me a mischievous smile, came up to me and kissed the hollow of my neck. He then pushed me into the dressing room, closed the curtains and pressed me against the mirrors.
He pressed his lips against mine, so urgent and insistent but still made my knees weak. Thank god his lean arms were tightly around my waist, supporting my now fragile body. I could feel his tongue playing inside my mouth, taking my every breath away. His arms were around my neck then slowly sliding down to my upper back and finally caressing the side of my arms.
I was afraid that the exquisite dress I was wearing could be torn any second. Jesse being the smart person that he is carefully unzipped the back of my dress. He lifted me up gently as the dress slipped down my body. Jesse wasn't about to let go of me yet. My lust toward Jesse could not be contained as more of his passionate kisses filled my body.
The warmth of his breath on my neck was irresistible but at the same time I was freezing due to the fact I was standing there with only my strapless bra and lacy knickers.If this episode happens often, I so need to go to Victoria's Secret. After what is seems like ages of kissing, I pulled away, completely out of breath.
"As much fun as I'm having, I am cold and I believe your sister will get suspicious about this," I said finally. He smiled as he leaned his forehead against mine.
"You are right," he said with a quick peck on the lips. "We will continue this at the penthouse and I deeply apologize."
"Apologize for what?" I asked.
"For all of this. It must be uncomfortable kissing me like this. I just can't control temptation sometimes."
"It's ok. I enjoyed myself anyway," I said with a smile. Jesse picked up the shirt that Julez gave him as I was putting on my pants.
"How do girls know when an item of clothing is suitable for a guy?" he asked while studying the shirt.
"It's a gift we have, I guess," I said while putting on my orange tank top. Jesse then did something that will remain in my head for probably the rest of my life.
He took off his shirt in front of me. Allowing him to see me only in my underwear is all right but seeing him shirtless made me totally uncomfortable. It's just I have never seen a guy's body this close before.
Jesse's arm were lean, his shoulders broad and his muscular abs was something I could not tear my eyes off. His biceps were immensely toned in a model like kind of way. No wonder he has the strength to lift me up effortlessly. His body was cut and sculptured to heavenly perfection. I touch and hug Jesse almost every single day yet I have never thought of what could lie under his expensive shirts.
But what caught my eye was a distinctive scar on his collarbone that slid down vertically on the back of his shoulder. It was about 2 inches long and looked like it’s boldly been there for a long time. I greedily traced my fingers on that somewhat beautiful scar.
"It seems like someone also can't control temptation," he said with a raised eyebrow. He said it in such a seductive way plus that accent of his made me blush. I have to learn how to control myself when I'm around people with accents.
"Sorry. How did you get it?" I asked, my gaze still on the scar.
"Fencing accident, 2 years ago," he said blithely.
"Fencing? But I thought the swords are not sharp and aren't you supposed to wear padding for protection?" I asked worriedly.
"Both are true but back then, my mates and I got bored of it and decided to make the sport more interesting. We assumed that we are good in our game and decided to use real swords. Then we thought it would be fun to not wear any padding for once." I looked at him with an incredulous expression.
"That was stupid. Then what happened?" I asked, eager to find out.
"It was stupid but fun at the same time. Well the game sort of went out of hand when my contender was instantly full of rage. He accidentally sliced my collarbone. It was a bloody battle but I survived," he said without losing his sarcasm. By listening to his bloody tale, I realize that the scar was not a flaw on his perfect body. To me it was a trophy of courage, sexiness and stupidity. After being fully dressed, I stepped out of the dressing room.
"Did you have fun?" asked Julez, naturally knowing what actually happened inside the dressing room.
"It was fun yet extremely cold," I said embarrassed.
"Dressing room?" Julez said to Jesse as he came out from the dressing room seconds later. "I mean the girl could have frozen to death in there."
"Like you have not done it before?" Jesse shot back which made Julez shut up. While the twins were bickering about suitable places to make out, a slender hand pulled open the curtain to our private room.
The twins did not notice her presence as she strutted herself (a very effortless supermodel strut to be exact) into the room. The only words that could describe what I saw all started with the letter L. Long, lean, limbs, lustrous, luscious, lissome and Louis Vuitton.
She had long lustrous blond hair, exposing lean limbs with her khaki safari shorts, structured in a lissome luscious way while toting a denim Louis Vuitton hobo bag. She walked casually towards us in her 4 inch gold Giuseppe Zanotti heels.
As I examined her face, in 3 seconds flat, I already knew who she was. Ironically her name also starts with the letter L.
"White or black?" asked Julez while twirling around wearing a black knee length dress with a ribbon around her waist.
All of us were at Roberto Cavalli, helping Julez find the perfect outfit for The Billboard Music awards next month. On entry, we were escorted to a private room at the back of the store where in the middle of the room was a three circular stages with mirrors set up around it like a semi circle. The circular stages did not only act as a platform to admire yourself in the clothes you tried on but also as a dressing room. Comfy modern designed sofas were arranged around it. There was a rack full of clothes and gowns, specially chosen by and for Julez.
"Neither," Jesse and I said at the same time.
"Ok, that was freaky," she said while closing the curtains of the circular stage.
"Jesse! I found these cool jeans for you. It's on the rack. It will make your ass look hot. Try it on," she said from the inside of her dressing room. I looked at Jesse and immediately giggled.
"I thought I made it clear that my ass is already hot," he said sarcastically. Julez emerged from the dressing room wearing a dark purple corset dress. The skirt of the dress fanned out like an umbrella with Swarovski crystals around the hemlines of the skirt. Julez looked completely stunning.
"Is it? Sienna, do you think that Jesse has a hot ass?" she asked with a perfectly raised eyebrow.
"Umm… I don't know. I haven't the time to personally check out Jesse's ass. Sorry," I said awkwardly. Jesse laughed at my answer.
"Well, after Jesse tries on the jeans. You will personally check out his ass and tell me if it’s hot or not," she said while twirling around in the dress. Jesse picked up the jean and headed for the dressing room next to his sisters.
"This dress is gorgeous! But I think I'll try on a few more to satisfy myself," Julez said while sipping some champagne that was brought earlier. I just smiled at her when suddenly another rack of clothes came. How many dresses does this girl need to try?
"Great its here! That rack is for you, Sienna. I found some dazzling clothes. Go through them and try some on," she said casually as she closed the curtains. I came out of the dressing room to find Jesse in a pair of dark jeans. It wasn't too baggy and not too fitting. It was just the right cut for him. He was facing the other side, checking his cell phone.
"You do have a hot ass! I never noticed it before and those jeans really accentuate your English tush," I said sarcastically. He turned around and for a moment he didn't move or say a word. Slowly a charming smile flitted across his already well define face.
"You look incredible," he said finally. I turned around to face myself in the mirror. I was wearing a strapless deep blood red full-length gown. It was strapless and the fabric was arrange in a criss cross way from the bodice until the waist where from there it cut to the side. I have never in my life worn something so exquisite.
"Holy shit, that looks beautiful on you," Julez said with half her mouth opened.
"Don't you think it’s a little too much?' I asked while feeling the soft silk fabric draping over my body.
"Hell no! That dress is perfect. You have got to buy it," she said while checking out her PDA phone.
"If I buy it, when would I wear it? I don't go to awards shows like you, Julez.”
"You never know when there will be a special occasion and you need a gown that fabulous," she said casually as she tossed a navy blue shirt at Jesse.
"You should consider buying it, sweetie. What is this Julez?" Jesse asked while holding up the shirt.
"It looks good with the jeans," she said while taking a good look at her twin. "Yup, your ass looks fantastic. Now try the shirt on." Jesse gave me a mischievous smile, came up to me and kissed the hollow of my neck. He then pushed me into the dressing room, closed the curtains and pressed me against the mirrors.
He pressed his lips against mine, so urgent and insistent but still made my knees weak. Thank god his lean arms were tightly around my waist, supporting my now fragile body. I could feel his tongue playing inside my mouth, taking my every breath away. His arms were around my neck then slowly sliding down to my upper back and finally caressing the side of my arms.
I was afraid that the exquisite dress I was wearing could be torn any second. Jesse being the smart person that he is carefully unzipped the back of my dress. He lifted me up gently as the dress slipped down my body. Jesse wasn't about to let go of me yet. My lust toward Jesse could not be contained as more of his passionate kisses filled my body.
The warmth of his breath on my neck was irresistible but at the same time I was freezing due to the fact I was standing there with only my strapless bra and lacy knickers.If this episode happens often, I so need to go to Victoria's Secret. After what is seems like ages of kissing, I pulled away, completely out of breath.
"As much fun as I'm having, I am cold and I believe your sister will get suspicious about this," I said finally. He smiled as he leaned his forehead against mine.
"You are right," he said with a quick peck on the lips. "We will continue this at the penthouse and I deeply apologize."
"Apologize for what?" I asked.
"For all of this. It must be uncomfortable kissing me like this. I just can't control temptation sometimes."
"It's ok. I enjoyed myself anyway," I said with a smile. Jesse picked up the shirt that Julez gave him as I was putting on my pants.
"How do girls know when an item of clothing is suitable for a guy?" he asked while studying the shirt.
"It's a gift we have, I guess," I said while putting on my orange tank top. Jesse then did something that will remain in my head for probably the rest of my life.
He took off his shirt in front of me. Allowing him to see me only in my underwear is all right but seeing him shirtless made me totally uncomfortable. It's just I have never seen a guy's body this close before.
Jesse's arm were lean, his shoulders broad and his muscular abs was something I could not tear my eyes off. His biceps were immensely toned in a model like kind of way. No wonder he has the strength to lift me up effortlessly. His body was cut and sculptured to heavenly perfection. I touch and hug Jesse almost every single day yet I have never thought of what could lie under his expensive shirts.
But what caught my eye was a distinctive scar on his collarbone that slid down vertically on the back of his shoulder. It was about 2 inches long and looked like it’s boldly been there for a long time. I greedily traced my fingers on that somewhat beautiful scar.
"It seems like someone also can't control temptation," he said with a raised eyebrow. He said it in such a seductive way plus that accent of his made me blush. I have to learn how to control myself when I'm around people with accents.
"Sorry. How did you get it?" I asked, my gaze still on the scar.
"Fencing accident, 2 years ago," he said blithely.
"Fencing? But I thought the swords are not sharp and aren't you supposed to wear padding for protection?" I asked worriedly.
"Both are true but back then, my mates and I got bored of it and decided to make the sport more interesting. We assumed that we are good in our game and decided to use real swords. Then we thought it would be fun to not wear any padding for once." I looked at him with an incredulous expression.
"That was stupid. Then what happened?" I asked, eager to find out.
"It was stupid but fun at the same time. Well the game sort of went out of hand when my contender was instantly full of rage. He accidentally sliced my collarbone. It was a bloody battle but I survived," he said without losing his sarcasm. By listening to his bloody tale, I realize that the scar was not a flaw on his perfect body. To me it was a trophy of courage, sexiness and stupidity. After being fully dressed, I stepped out of the dressing room.
"Did you have fun?" asked Julez, naturally knowing what actually happened inside the dressing room.
"It was fun yet extremely cold," I said embarrassed.
"Dressing room?" Julez said to Jesse as he came out from the dressing room seconds later. "I mean the girl could have frozen to death in there."
"Like you have not done it before?" Jesse shot back which made Julez shut up. While the twins were bickering about suitable places to make out, a slender hand pulled open the curtain to our private room.
The twins did not notice her presence as she strutted herself (a very effortless supermodel strut to be exact) into the room. The only words that could describe what I saw all started with the letter L. Long, lean, limbs, lustrous, luscious, lissome and Louis Vuitton.
She had long lustrous blond hair, exposing lean limbs with her khaki safari shorts, structured in a lissome luscious way while toting a denim Louis Vuitton hobo bag. She walked casually towards us in her 4 inch gold Giuseppe Zanotti heels.
As I examined her face, in 3 seconds flat, I already knew who she was. Ironically her name also starts with the letter L.
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