"What about Samantha?" I asked worriedly. Sin clenched and unclenched his jaw before giving me an answer.
"She is fine; Luca took her back to the hotel." This made me let out a relieved sigh. We drove back to the hotel in silence. Sin kept talking to me, checking to see if there were any other injuries.
He packed at the entrance of the hotel, handing his key over to one of the men before walking toward the passenger side and lifting me up into his arms, carrying me straight to our hotel room. He placed me on the bed and then walked into the bathroom for some minutes before coming out.
He carried me into the bathroom, unzipping my jumpsuit along with my thong and bra, and I was positioned in the bathtub. Sin got naked and sat behind me, gently washing away the man's touch from my body. We stayed in there till the water turned cold.
I was dressed in a shirt and shorts, and my forehead was treated. I stood waiting for Sin to come out of the bathroom. I reached over to his side, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Thank you," I said, nuzzling into his shoulders.
Sin was as stiff as a rock, clearly not expecting this. Eventually, the tension left his body, and he held on to me tightly. We stayed in each other's embrace for quite some time before pulling apart. I walked towards the bed and laid on it with Sin beside me.
He pulled me close to him, placing a light kiss on my head. "As long as I’m alive and breathing, there's nobody on earth that would fuck with you and get away with it. Nobody," he whispered.
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Sin was giving me the silent treatment; he is still pissed at the fact that I went out to a club that happens to be his without informing him or getting protection, and mostly at the fact that I almost got raped. He won't even look at me and just kept himself busy with his phone and laptop. It was kind of frustrating, and I don't want him to be angry at me.
Sin booked me a private home service makeup artist and hairstylist since I was his escort to some business get-together of some sort, but he won't give me more details. This time there won't be a mask covering my face, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I took a quick shower, not wanting to keep the glam squad waiting. I hastily blow-dried my hair and slipped on a fluffy robe over my black Victoria Secret bra and pants before walking out of the room where the transformation was going to take place.
Two gorgeous women and a man were working simultaneously; one of the ladies was occupied with my hair, trying to turn it into perfection. The other lady was busy with the French manicure nails, making them look spectacular, while the man was in charge of my face, probably doing wonders to it. It took close to an hour and a half before I was completely done with my makeover.
"Ready to see how beautifully transformed you are. not that you needed it since you are a natural beauty?" The man asked with excitement, giving me a mirror, while the two women looked at me in awe. I nodded, eagerly grabbing the mirror, equally excited to see how I looked.
"Oh, my God," I gasped in utter shock, not recognizing the person starting back at me. My hair was worn in a loose, wavy side Patten flick. The makeup on my face enhanced the features I didn't even know existed, which was paired with a pretty pink lipstick, and my nails complimented my makeup.
"I love it." I touched my face to make sure I was real. "Thank you."
They smiled and said their goodbyes before leaving alone to get ready. The dress was created from a sheer overlayer for unique features, with a gold zig-zagging design that flares from the knee, creating an hourglass look. The flared skirt facilitates easy movement and also keeps up a formal look. The dress could easily sweep across the dance floor with its breathtakingly gold design. I matched it up with white heels and a clutch. I looked absolutely beautiful.
I stared into my reflection when the door opened, and Sin walked in.
My breath was knocked out of my chest. I have only seen him wear casual clothes all the time, so seeing him in a suit kept me captivated. He wasn't wearing a tie, and the top three buttons of his white shirt are open, revealing his inked chest.
The black coat and trousers fit him so well, and his hair was perfectly gelled and combed to the side. He stared at me for some time before approaching me. He gave me an appreciative look at my appearance before wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.
"You look beautiful, my love." He spoke softly, then placed a kiss at the crook of my neck. "This doesn't change the fact that I'm still mad at you."
I wanted to apologize but was cut off by the sound of his phone. Sin picked up the call and went out of the room, leaving me feeling dejected. I walked out of the room to find him done with his call and doing the cuff of his left hand.
"Are you ready?" Sin asked, and I nodded. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he led me to his car, and like a gentleman, he opened the door for me. We buckled in, and he took off. I looked out of the window at the city bathed in light.