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Author's P. O. V.

Taking the black corset top and torn jeans in her hands, Zia bit her lower lip as she looked at herself in the floor-length mirror.

She used to wear simple dresses that do not show her figure, she looked cute in them but never hot.

Standing in her grandma's panties Zia was contemplating her idea of sending a picture to Tyler.

He chose her dresses, she never bothered in the last 20 years because, se at the end of the night, it was going to end up on the floor with her screaming his name.

She never gave much thought to it but now when she was trying to go out and put herself in the Market, following Ellie's advice she did not know what to wear.

Taking a deep breath she kept the corset top on her front before she tied the strings of its back looking at the mirror.

She tried to catch the strings with the nails added she finally managed to wrap her fingers around them before typing it in a successful attempt.

The top showed a little bit of her cleavage and her toned tummy, her back was adorned by the strings of the corset top, and it was half sleeved giving a nice and hot look to her upper body.

Zia picked the jeans in her hands, both of them had torn designs on them, one was black while the other was a faded shade of blue.

Not wanting to go with an all-black look, she finally took on the blue jeans.

The torn design desired much attention on her body, looking at herself in the mirror.

She was not looking at the plane Zia who wore the oversized clothes of her boyfriend, this Zia looked hot and... Desirable.

She never told Tyler but she always had self-worth issues, she always thought it was not something that demanded his attention, she used to think she will forget about it with time but it only added to her list of insecurities.

Zia straightened her hair before crimping them, the rough look gave her hair volume, and she loved it.

Going for nude makeup with blood-red lipstick and smoky eyes, she wore her red heels before grabbing a knee-length coat that hugged her in perfect places.

Being dareful she opened the camera of her phone before she clicked a mirror selfie.

Her hair turned to the left side, her cleavage was shown, and nd she bite her lip before she hit the sent button.

Her nails were painted red, she was not sure if she looked fine but she felt happy...

Walking out of her room, she saw rose was ready.

"Oh fuckkk!" Rose said before she whistled at Zia who blushed.

"Zia, you look like sex on legs," rose said as Zia smiled covering herself with her coat.

She can't believe she still blushed.

Rose was wearing a bodycon black dress that had a high slit, Zia could get sneaky glances at the sliver colored thong she was wearing along with heels.

A green-colored adventure coated her neck as Zia smiled.

"You still have it?" Zia asked as she picked up her clutch.

"Yeah..." Rose said, it was given by her boyfriend, she never took that off, does not matter if it goes with her dress or not.

"Let's go party!" Rose said as Zia smiled, she was nervous but yeah she was going.

The guards were waiting outside, Zia had already told them not to follow her and rose.

And this time they had Tyler's orders not to follow Zia everywhere, finally he understood, the girl demanded some peace.

Away from her guard and queen responsibilities.

They reached the club sooner than expected, rose got them into the VIP section as they went to the bar.

"Vodka shorts," she ordered.

"Not for me," Zia declined.

"What? You are drinking with me," of course, she could not tell rose the reason for her not eating anything.

Zia shook her head and said, " you know I do not drink, I get bad allergies," all these years, she made up excuses of not eating or drinking with them.

Allergy was one of her excuses whenever they forced her to drink.

Rose sighed before she took the tiny glass in her hand and drank the contents, the burning sensation made her want to grab the lemon as she drank some of its juice.

Zia watched her before her eyes wandered toward the crowd.

Young couples were practically dry-humping each other on the dance floor and there were some older ones, the ones who looked like they were in love.

Dancing to the slow music as they stared into each other's eyes, Zia missed Tyler, the times she made him dance in rain with her came into her mind as she smiled.

"Babe... No thinking of boyfriends tonight, have fun chill out," rose said to her as she flirted a little with the bartender.

Zia shook her head, this girl was already drunk, "how do you know what I was thinking?" Zia asked.

"That smile and shine in your eyes... It comes with love," rose said in her drunken State but she could not true than this.

The shine of love in her eyes was clear and so was her smile but the only problem was something she missed in their relationship.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket as she looked at the caller id, Tyler was calling her.

"You stay here, I will be back," she said to rose before she moved towards the washroom and picked up Tyler's call.

"Are you trying to kill me?"Tyler asked as Zia looked at him through the video call.

Seeing him after all these days was a blessing.

" What did I do?" She asked.

"I was hard as fuck in between meeting Zia, understand how embarrassing it was," Tyler said as watched him giving his length a few strokes.

Zia bite her lip as he cursed.

"Time for a little phone sex"