His Cure

Jennifer was dressed in a brown mini skirt and and a white crop top.

Her fresh and smooth bellybutton was exposed outside.

“That wouldn’t be necessary.”Gregory responded, staring at her.

“I insist though. I’m pretty sure she has never been to such party before. Keeping me around would be beneficial.”she stopped in front of them.

“She have me so don’t worry. I will take care of this.”he stated.

“Uhm?”Jennifer scoffs.

“More reason I would like to go with you guys.”

“Well, it’s totally fine. You both can go together. I wasn’t feeling too well before so..”Beatrice rubbed her palms together.

Gregory gazed back at her with a frown.

“Good now, babe. You want me to dress you up?”

Beatrice stared out at him, flabbergasted.

Babe?

What the fuck?!

Jennifer shoved her finger into her mouth, eating her nail, trying not to burst out into exasperation.

Babe?

They are that close?.. he is calling her babe?

“Gre..”before she could complete her words, she was pushed right into her room.

Jennifer tried to follow them but the door was shut on her face.

Fvck!

“With Jennifer around, we will still have to act like couples. Should she hear anything about our pretence, she would air it on the internet in no time. You have to be careful around the people you would meet in the party too.”

“Ain’t going to the party. Go..”she stopped talking when she saw the dirty smirk on his face.

He touched the hem of her top and she slapped his hand off.

“The fuck you tryna do, Gregory?”she cursed angrily.

“Undressing you, since you don’t wanna listen to me.”he touched the tip of her dress again.

“Do I have to tear this into two and get you clothed myself, or you will listen to me?”he asked, naughtily.

She seized a breath and slap his hand off again.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“I.. I can’t do this. This is like a suicide mission. I’ve never been to such..”

“You have me.”he whispered in her ears and grazed his lips on her earlobe.

“O.. okay.. move back, you’re getting too sensual.”she swallowed the thick saliva in her mouth, nervously.

He chuckled.

“I will leave now. I’m giving you ten minutes to get dressed.”and he left.

Beatrice clutched her heart tightly, breathing out.

What the hell is wrong with that guy?

She scuttled to her box ad sighed, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

She doesn’t even have a suitable dress.

She ransacked through her stuff and finally caught the sight of the long night gown dress she got when she went to the shopping mall with the triplets.

It is a black gown, with a slit in front.

She dropped it at her side and tried to look for something else but she couldn’t find any proper dress anymore.

She doffed out of her previous dress then put the gown on.

She stood in front of the lengthy mirror then frowned at her sight.

“You look like a bitch.”she said to herself.

She hated how part of her thighs were showing.

The slit was too deep.

“Done?”Gregory asked from the outside.

“Not yet. I don’t like this dress.”she mumbled to herself.

“Au.. Beatrice?”

“Not yet!”she yelled him a reply.

She styled her hair into a bun and looked around for a shoe to wear.

Oh, well.. now, she is busted.

She has got no shoe to wear too!

Seems fate doesn’t really want her to go to the party.

She only brought her sandal and slippers and that definitely wouldn’t be okay for this type of gown.

Or should she just wear a normal dress?

“I’m coming in.”he announced.

She rolled her eyes.

“I’m..”

He was already in before she could stop hm.

He raised a brow at her and smirks.

“It seems you’ve known beforehand that you would be doing this today, Author.”he took his lips in cutely.

He was cladded in a a red shirt with a sailor collar and a black trouser.

Well, he looks good.. as always.

She brushed her eyes away from him, standing akimbo.

“I… don’t have a shoe though and I was just about to change into something else before you barged in.”

“I will order one for you then.”

“I could borrow her one.”Jennifer stalks in.

“You want shoe?, I could give you one.”

“No, thanks.”Beatrice shook her head, rejecting her offer.

“We’ve not got much time on our side though. Ordering for one would be time – consuming. So, that’s why I would be a good girl tonight to borrow you one. Don’t misquote my niceness, I’m only doing this for Gregory. We can’t afford to be late and we must go together.”

“Thanks for your generosity, ma’am. You can take your leave now.”Beatrice dead – panned.

“Just accept her offer.”Gregory interfered.

“Go get her a…”he looked Beatrice from her head down to her toe.

“T Strap heels.”he completed.

“I don’t have that.”Jenna retorted, anger burning in her as she watched the way he is staring at Beatrice attentively.

“Hmm..”he rubbed his lips.

“Then… Platform heels then. You have that, no?”

“Maybe.”she rolled her eyes and left.

Beatrice looked at him as he stared at her legs.

She took her legs in and cleared her throat.

He gazed up at but she quickly took her’s away.

Jennifer came in with a pair of platform shoe in her hand.

She gave it to Beatrice and she wears it.

“Let’s go.”she stood up from the bed which she has sat on when she wanted to wear the shoe.

“No bag?”Jennifer eyed her.

“No bag.”she clamped her hands together and breathed out.

“Can we go now?”she questioned Gregory who seems to be lost in his own thoughts.

He scoured his eyes around and found her bag on the top of the wardrobe.

He went to snag it up and proferred it to her.

“I think it would be nice if you use this.”

“Such an eyes sore.”Jenifer said jealously and went out of the room.

They all went out to the underground garage.

“Take your car.”he said to Jenna.

“And, if I refuse?”

“You could be our driver then.”he replied and she frowned.

He plips his latest sports car opened with the remote in his hand.

Beatrice got inside the backseat while he sat down the driver’s seat.

“Come sit at the front. I don’t want them thinking I’m your driver. Besides, we are a couple, remember?. We should be sitting down so close.”he looked back at her.

She rolled her eyes,”just for the people.” Then went to attain the seat beside him.

Jenna beeped her car and entered too.

They drove out of the garage and soon hits the road.

They arrived at a big hall and screeched to an halt.

Reporters were swimming about the place.

She watched a woman posed in front of the camera on the red carpet and sighed.

“Remember, this is just an act. Don’t get too immersed in the moment. Make sure you do not leave my side too.”