My Seductress Fated Mate

"Come on Sheila, why are you taking a century to get ready? The best spots will be occupied by the time we get to the bar." Vee's voice could be heard, calling Sheila from the sitting room.

"I am coming, just give me a second," Sheila yelled back. She was getting ready to go out on a Friday night. Actually, this was a suggestion made by her friend to cheer up after getting fired from the secretary job she had just acquired a few days earlier.

That trashy CEO kicked her away like she was a stray dog after she expressed her stand on not getting involved with him romantically. She could still hear his words ringing in her ears, not forgetting the crisp slap he gave her.

"The reason I gave you a job and saved your miserable life is not because you are qualified enough to be my secretary. I just wanted to fuck your brains out. Since you are not interested, get the hell out of my office. I never want to see your pathetic face in my company ever again." He spat furiously. Sheila could still remember how it hurt to be reminded again and again that she was nothing but a poor and hopeless girl.

Shaking those bitter thoughts away from her mind, she adjusted the strap of her black dress.

This was not her usual dress code but her best friend and sister insisted she put it on. It was too revealing and to top it all, it clung to her body like a second skin.

She would have preferred to be tucked in bed, getting some sleep but here she was, getting ready to indulge Vee in another of her crazy ideas, after all, who could say no to her?

Sheila emerged from the dressing room playing with the hem of her dress. She felt uncomfortable wearing such clothes. Vee, who had been waiting patiently for her friend, forgot how to breathe upon laying her eyes on her bestie. Who said that seductive women were sexier? She bet to disagree. Her best friend was the white rose type, pure and untainted but she was damn sexy in that black dress.

"You are so beautiful." Those words left Vee's mouth involuntarily. She was one to appreciate beautiful things.

"Thank you but Vee, do you really want me to go out dressed like this?" Sheila asked.

"Why not? What's wrong with what you are wearing? I bet all Men will have their attention glued to you tonight!" Vee beamed.

"Sit here, let's get your hair fixed and a little matte lipstick, and everything will be perfect," Vee added pulling Sheila to one of the little sofas in the room.

"Make my hair? but I think it's just fine." Sheila stated confused.

"What do you know? Just sit back and watch." Vee said and grabbed a Pink lipstick and started applying it on Sheila's already Pink and plump lips. Her hair that was tied into a bun was released, cascading down to her waist.

"You have such lovely and beautiful hair, it's a shame you don't know how to appreciate it," Vee mumbled, fixing her hair.

Sheila had jet-black hair that flowed to her waist like a calm river. It's a pity she always preferred tying it to a bun which always annoys Vee.

But she liked to stay simple. That was her slogan.