“YOU look hot in your black dress, Isla!” Becca exclaimed while staring at her.
“You look gorgeous and hot as well with your red dress, Becca,” she replied.
She was standing in front of the full-length mirror while Becca is putting her stilettos on. She pressed a little amount of powder into her cheeks and put some lip tint on her lips.
She used to wear simple makeup—or no make-up at all since her skin is a little bit sensitive. While Becca, well, she used to put a large amount of it and a super-duper red lip. But she’s still pretty just like her even if no makeup at all. Becca was just used to putting thick makeup on her face.
“You didn’t wear your bra again?” Becca uttered when she looked down into her showing cleavage.
She shook her head. “I don’t use bras too often. You know that. I’d rather use nipple pads than—”
“But still, you must wear it. We’re going to a public place and who knows who, bars and clubs are room for perverts. What if they just pull your dress and—”
“Don’t be too paranoid, Becca. It’s no big deal, really. So, let’s go?” she asked.
Becca shook her head. “Lucky for you because you have huge tits while mine—oh, never mind,” she uttered.
“Silly,” she replied and smiled.
She grabbed her small gold sling bag and wear it.
“What a princess in her sling bag. You must use clutch than that,” Becca asserted.
She arched her brow. “Do you have to notice everything that I wear right now?” she asked and let out a soft chuckle.
Becca rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Anyway, let’s go!” she said.
Since Becca’s parents are not overprotective like her family—especially her brother, they then let her drive her car. How a lucky bitch.
“It sounds and looks good if we drive and convoy towards the club or wherever we go,” Becca uttered when they were traveling to the club.
“However, that jerk brother of yours was too paranoid and insane that he still treats you like a baby. Geez, what a jerk!” Becca exclaimed in disgust.
She shook her head. “Apollo will always be Apollo. I can’t undo that; he just wants the best for me. Ever since our father died, Apollo took his responsibilities. Especially, mom is always out of the country because of our business,” she uttered and sighed as she looked outside the window.
“Don’t you think he’s acting too much? It seems like she doesn’t trust you or what. You’re old enough to know things.” Becca glanced at her before gazing back in front and maneuvering the steering wheel to the left. “You also have the right to be free.”
“I don’t think that much. I mean, I’m okay with it. I understand him and well, he’s my brother and he’s older than me. He knew things that will be good to me.”
Becca shook her head. “You’re lying—well, your words were half-meant. I know you’re already struggling with it. Apollo was too tight for a brother. You should talk to him—”
“I don’t want to start any misunderstanding between us. We’re siblings and I should respect him—”
“Yeah, whatever. Let’s stop talking about that jerk. It’s getting me pissed,” Becca asserted.
She let out a soft chuckle. “Yet you open up about him. Sometimes, I don’t get you. You’re like Apollo. Both were in denial—”
“What?”
“Admit it, you like—I mean you love the kiss, right?”
Becca grimaced. “Yuck!”
She smiled and just shook her head.
After a couple of minutes of driving, they arrived at the club—it was Becca’s choice since she doesn’t know any club in the town.
“Do we need to show identification card to the bouncer?” she asked when they were walking in the direction of the entrance.
She can’t help to feel nervous when she saw those two muscled and tattooed men at the entrance of the club.
“Chill. Relax. Leave the talking to me,” Becca uttered. She smiled at the two bouncers.
“Good evening boys,” Becca greeted which makes Isla to frowned.
“IDs?” the bouncer on their left asked.
Becca rolled her eyes. “Seriously? What do you think of us? A three-year-old kid?” she asked and Isla saw how she pulled her dress down, slightly to flash her tits which later caught the attention of the two.
“Just let them in, pal,” said the other one.
They then headed to enter.
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