Marrying my high school bully

Lorraine

Dexter did just as he promised.

Before the agreed time, he came to the house and met me all dressed up. I put on a simple pair of flannel pant, a white tank top and a wedge heel.

According to Bumpy, everything I needed for the shoot would be provided, I just had to be there on time.

“You look good.” He commented briefly, his eyes bright as he scrutinised my outfit.

I tried hard to hide the blush that crept up my cheeks. “Thank you.” I replied and made to walk away, but his hand was quick to grip my wrist and restrict me from taking another step.

He snaked his arm around my waist and caught my chin between his fingers so that I could keep looking at him. We stared at each other in the silence, my heart thudding as I gauged the meaning of each look.

My lips parted, inviting him to take a chance of kissing me but he did nothing, just staring.

“I think we should leave now, I don’t want to be late on my first appointment.” I broke away from his grip, disappointed.

He obliged and came after me.

An idea popped in my head. It was obvious that he still liked me and if he wasn’t going to say anything then I’d have to make him jealous.

And I knew just the perfect way to do it.

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Several boxes were placed on a table in the dressing room. Each of them contained the lingerie to be worn. I wasn’t the only one as they also had plus sized and other models with lesser sizes than me all dolled up, but for a size of eight, I was the only one available.

Bumpy’s friend stepped into the room, looking calm and reserved but I could feel how warm and accommodating he was.

He flashed a placid smile as soon as he saw me and took a sit. His husky body filled up the chair and I began to wonder if they didn’t check his size before making such chairs.

“Lorraine, right?” He asked.

I nodded, my heart racing as I sat up straight. “I am, and you must be Mr Durand.”Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

He sighed in agreement. “Let’s get straight to the point. You are to wear the red lingerie first just as the others would do. The first set is very important because it’s in high demand and most women have confirmed that their inner confidence is charged up when they are in red lingerie.” He informed me while I kept nodding, taking note of everything he said.

This was the first deal I was taking after my debut on the runway. If I was confident in myself, it would show in my poses and pictures.

“I’ll make sure to give you my best, sir. Thank you for giving me the opportunity.” I’d wanted to appreciate him in person and satisfaction filled me after I did that.

He stood up and dipped his hands into his pocket. “The shoot is about to start so take your time and look beautiful.” He said and walked out.

A few minutes later, a woman came in with a box-a make-up box, I presumed it to be. We exchanged pleasantries and set out to work immediately.

The result of her hard work paid off as my face which was void of any make up became more beautiful and had this smokey look. My lips were painted red to match the lingerie color and my eyebrows were covered with brown eye shadow and a silver hue.

I loved how my hair was styled to have bouncy curls which gave me an elegant gait.

Being alone in the room, I nervously opened the box and brought out the red lingerie set. It had a robe then the main filmsy clothing. I got unclad and tried on the lingerie.

A gasp flew out of my lips the moment I saw how I looked from the mirror. I was almost naked, save for the lacy parts that covered a few parts of my body. The upper part of my breast, cupped by the-would I say undersized breast cups were largely exposed and my stomach too, which had suspenders going down the waistline.

My hands flew to my ass which suffered the same fate as my cleavages. I dragged in a deep breath as I trailed my fingers to the lacy part which had a high waist design and straps around my thighs.

“Shit!” I cursed. “What had I gotten myself into?”

It would be very hard taking pictures, looking like this in front of those men. The glow of my skin was enhanced by the color and even I could confirm how sexy that made me feel.

Someone knocked on the door, reminding me that it was time for the shoot. I quickly tossed on the robe and wore a matching red ankle strap heel out of the room.

I veered towards the darkroom where the other models were, employing my signature catwalk that always got the attention of people. Now there wasn’t just my step to get them hooked, my clothing was present as well.

I stole a glance at them and noticed how some of the men including Mr Durand kept whistling and strolling to and fro.

My eyes searched for Dexter who was nowhere to be found. Typical of him, I thought. It wasn’t abnormal for him to have disappeared after he promised to be by my side all day long.

Bumpy appeared from an adjoining door and halted on his steps as soon as our eyes met. Desire blazed through his orbs and I couldn’t deny how lust covered his expression.

I broke our gaze and took a cursory glance at myself. Did I really look this appealing that everybody’s eye’s screamed lust?

With the way my heart hammered, I wasn’t sure I could take another lingerie deal. I didn’t need to think too much as Dexter came in, his phone glued to his ears. His face which was scrunched in a deep frown turned to astonishment as he brought his phone down to his pocket.

The phone call forgotten.

I kept my eyes on him, enjoying how he drank in the sight of me and never looked away. His tongue ran over his lips, and his eyes spoke in volumes about his overwhelming hunger for me.

His hunger sparked up my desire for him as my breathing became labored. The shoot started and I managed to focus and give them my best poses.

The other models and I had to take pictures at some point, changing lingeries after lingeries. Each of them was more revealing than the other, but I didn’t mind because I realized that I wielded some power over most of the men here, just because of how I looked.

Dexter never took his eyes off me apart from when he was scowling at other men who clearly wanted to have a bite of me.

His possessiveness helped to fuel the flames that had been ignited within me, and when Mr Durand announced that the shoot was over and we could keep the wears, happiness shot through me.

“Hi, Dexter.” I beamed at him, knowing how sexually frustrated I made him feel. “Give me some minutes, I have to change into something decent.”

“Don’t.” His reply came almost immediately in a commanding tone. I understood what he was talking about, but I wanted him to go through some little torture.

I licked my lips and flipped my hair backwards, batting my lashes. “Why?” I whispered.

“Because I’m going to have you tonight, in my car maybe, but you look so sexy and enthralling right now, and I just want to keep having this image when I pin you under me and make you mine once again.” His words were something I could describe as a growl.

It felt like he was barely trying to get the words out of his throat.

“I understand, but I need to get a robe…” He didn’t allow me to finish as he scooped me up and held me firmly in a bridal style so that I wouldn’t escape. “What are you doing? This is a work area.” I rebuked him.

He chuckled darkly, the sound inciting fluttery feelings in my stomach. “I know, baby, but work is done and right now, it’s time for fun.” He said and by the time I realised that we were already outside, he dropped me in the backseat and asked the driver to start driving.