Bab 11: Chapter 11

"Sophia hurry up!" Demetrius shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm coming!" I shouted back fixing the last of my makeup before running downstairs.

"Ready?" He asked sarcastically.

"Yes." I nodded, not noticing he was trying to be sarcastic.

"Good, now let's go." He held out his arm for me to take and with a shy smile I slowly wrapped my hand around his elbow.

Before we left the house I took a brief look at myself in the mirror. My gown for the night was a lavender dress that reached just above my knee, I guess meeting such important people changed Demetrius' mind on my strict dress code. I lifted the sweetheart neckline slightly, so I was no longer showing as much cleavage.

"Better." He commented behind me as he stared down unashamedly at my bust.

"Do you mind?" I asked, my voice high pitched.

"Nope." He popped the 'p' and without warning, held both my breasts in his hand and gently squeezed.