She stepped out the shower, her hair tied in a bun, wet from neck to toe, a cloud of steam pooling around her. She walked to pick the towel that hung on a hanger, but stopped before a huge mirror taking in her appearance.
The figure she saw in the mirror shocked her to her bones. The person before her was practically glowing under the golden bathroom light, the droplets of warm water that stuck to her skin, accentuating the look.
She turned slightly, checking her back and bottom, admiring the way her skin glistened under the lights.
She looked ravishing, alittle too much.
Was it because she’d found her mates?
It sounded like the only plausible reason in her opinion. Not because she wanted to cheesy or anything, but because she could rember how pale she had always looked, no matter how many or what kind of supplents and vegetables she took.
But now, seeing her skin looking sumptuous and alive felt really strange.
’Maybe, it could be because this is the happiest you’ve ever been, without any reservations.’ Maria reasoned in her mind.
Yeah, maybe.
Smiling, she knew she was just going to enjoy every bit of it. To the fullest.
She tugged on the towel, pulling it from the hanger then used it to dry her skin softly, like she cleaned a very expensive canvas.
When she was done, she wrapped the plush towel around her trunk, stepping out of the bathroom, going straight to the bed, quite eager to know what outfit he had picked for her.
On getting there, she stood beside the bed, looking at the three boxes that say on the mattress, cute ribbons tied around them.
Tilting her head in confusion, she observed them closely, her eyes stopping at a sheet of paper tucked in the ribbon of the biggest box.
’In these boxes are quite big surprises, are you sure you want to open it right now?’ The note read, causing her to chuckle a bit.
"This bastard." She muttered.
Rolling her eyes, she decided to do a routine first. She could deal with the Theodore and the boxes later.
She walked into his closet, her eyes searching for where he kept his costics. When she found it, she couldn’t help but sigh when she realized that everything he had were only for n.
"What does he expect to use now?" She muttered to herself, sighing.
She opened the next drawer and next one, groaning as she found out he only had his own kind of stuff in there.
She stomped to where her purse sat, took out her phone and dialed Theo, already prepping ntally to unleash her anger on him without rcy, but he didn’t pick, and it made her fu even more.
"Urrgghh!!" She groaned, throwing the phone on the bed. Glancing at the door, she stomped to it and turned the handle to open it but it didn’t budge.
"You have got to be kidding ." She muttered, pulling harder on the door handle.
"Theodore!" She scread into the tiny space between the door and it’s pane. "I swear to God, when I get you, I’m definitely shoving my foot up your ass!"
Groaning one last ti, she stord into his closet again, pulling out his drawer. She stared at his costics for a while, racking her brain for any possible trick she could pull to get back at him, but her tiny brain wasn’t cooperating at all. All it’s attention were on the boxes that lay on the bed.
Just as she was thinking, her stomach growled for the third ti, harder this ti, like it actually ant to twist her intestines.
Sighing, she decided to give in and use his costics. She could fight him another ti, but at that ti, she had to eat first.
Food first, Jackass later.
Skimming through his very generous collection, her eyes stopped at the most familiar item in his drawer. His deodorant.
Smirking, she decided that that was going to be the first thing she was going to use.
So she grabbed it and uncapped it.
Hehehe..
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When she was done with what she had to call a routine, she stepped out of the closet, practically skipping to the bed.
Standing by the side of the bed, in a matching set of glossy black lingerie she had picked from a filled lingerie drawer, that had suddenly appeared, despite the absence of any feminine clothing or costics, she studied the boxes carefully, stuck in a dilemma.
After a while of thinking, she decided to open the smaller box first. Taking a deep breath, she muttered a short prayer, then pulled loose the ribbon.
As it ca undone, her heart couldn’t help but beat faster in her chest, anticipation embedding its roots deep deep with in her.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she pushed her arms forward to the sides of the cardboard box, lifting it off slowly, her eyes snapped shut.
When she succeeded, she opened her eyes just a bit, peaking to see what was in the box, only to see a thick paper wrap, covering the box completely.
Groaning, she shut her eyes again, stretching her arm forward so she could pick out the sheet.
When she’d succeeded, she took a deep breath before reopening her both eyes without any theatrics.
She saw so clothes folded in the small box, but couldn’t make out what they were, so she pulled out the black one, straightening it, her eyes widening as she did.
A skirt?
She held up a short black pleated skirt, that had tiny white crosses, designed at the bottom.
Keeping the skirt on the bed, she picked the other cloth she assud was a top, straightening it out. And she was correct, except it was a huge one, probably two tis her size.
The top was a white jersey top that had black rimming the ends and the designs on it were black as well.
But no matter how pretty it was, it wasn’t her size and it pissed her off.
"Urrgghh." She groaned, letting her hands fall to her laps. "This dummy. If you didn’t know my size, you could’ve asked or better still saved your damn money." She said, reading the tag on the shirt.
Sighing, she lay it beside the skirt, moving to the long rectangular box. Without any dramatics, the box was opened in seconds, and when she saw what was in it, she couldn’t help but stare in awe.
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