It's Was 12 A.M and you were fully dress in a luxurious and feminine ensemble featuring a burgundy mini dress with a dramatic draped halter neckline and a tiered, ruffled skirt, complete with a distinctive gold link hardware detail on the left shoulder strap, elegantly paired with classic black leather Saint Laurent heels that have delicate ankle straps and multiple gold buckles, and a matching black patent leather Saint Laurent shoulder bag featuring the iconic gold YSL logo and a gold chain strap.

You carefully walk towards the front door your heels in your hand avoiding noises you tiptoe through the door.

"Sneaking somewhere else?" A sudden deep voice echo upstairs, you froze where you were standing, and You slowly turn back, and there he was standing a glass of whisky in his hand.

"Well I-" he cuts you off before making another excuse to go sneak out, he then started walking downstairs towards you, seconds later his now in front of you you can smell his expensive perfume that scream power. For a sec he look at you really look at you up and down then he spoke with that deep voice of him.

"I like your dress" you flush "Thank-"

"Take it off."

"Still hate me?" He asked Sarcasticly smirking "shut...up"

"I." Thrust "don't." thrust "hear." thrust "An answer."