Redhead On The Run by Rebecca Royce

Author:Rebecca Royce [Royce, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781951349479
Publisher: Rebecca Royce
Published: 2020-09-29T16:00:00+00:00

I blew my hair straight. It was a very severe look for me. Most of the time, I embraced the waves or curls, depending on the mood my hair was in that day. But I wrangled it straight and stared in the mirror at the look. I thought that Bridget and I looked less like each other than we both resembled Hope. Like this, however, the resemblance between Bridget and me was striking.

Most people would think I was crazy to have those thoughts. We all looked alike, so much so that strangers sometimes couldn’t tell us apart.

I applied my makeup darker than I’d wear on a regular basis.

My underwear and bra matched, a must have for me, and were nude so that no one could see it through the dress I was going to clothe myself in.

I grabbed it off the hanger in the closet. Someone had hung it up while we’d been out. The barely-there staff that Zeke preferred not to see too often.

I’d never wear anything shorter than it, but I’d looked up the club we were going to and sexy was the name of the game at this place. I didn’t want to look like I couldn’t keep up. The dress was gold, sparkly, and the saleswoman had called it a mini dress. That was a good description. If it hadn’t had thick straps on it, I’d have had to go without a bra. My breasts were just at the mid-way point where sometimes I could get away with it and sometimes I couldn’t. It really depended on the dress, and lately, I only wanted to wear things that I could wear a regular supportive bra with. The bra I had on pushed my cleavage up enough that it poked through the round neckline of the dress, making me look bustier than I actually was.

I strapped on some barely-there gold shoes which were going to hurt, and I had to hope no one looked at my feet too closely. They wrapped around my ankle with the tiniest little heel that would give me a little boost, but not enough to make it so I couldn’t walk in them. As it was, my feet were going to hurt even more later. I might be hobbling tomorrow.

With a quick look in the mirror, I decided I looked good enough to pull this off. I never looked very long in the mirror if I could help it. But I had to help Zeke with this deal we had made, and that meant trying my best to make people—well, my father—believe it.

I snapped a photo of myself, hand on my hip, bored look in my eyes. Posting it fast, I wrote a caption that would get attention.

Sometimes life throws you lemons. And sometimes it throws you pretty gold dresses that you get to wear out with the man you’ve been lusting after since you were too young to do so. XO—Layla

I put it out there and headed to find Zeke. He stood at the bottom of the stairs, and I caught my breath looking at him.

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