The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

Lexi's POV

'Aria, are you sure this is a good idea You have work tomorrow morning,' I call out to her as I lay on her bed. Glancing at the clock. it reads 537 PM.

'For God's sake, Lexi,' her voice comes out irritated and muffled as she searches through her clothes in her wardrobe.

She steps out and throws a garment of clothing at me.

'I've told you already, I'm going. I need a night out. I'll just deal with it tomorrow.'

I roll my eyes at her and pick up the black material to see what she's thrown at me. My eyes widen as I hold up a barely—there, black dress.

'You must be joking,' I comment flatly, eyeing the dress suspiciously.

'No, trust me, you'll look incredible,' Aria replies.

She stands in front of her mirror and holds up another dress that leaves little to the imagination.

I close my eyes and lay back down against the duvet.

'Remind me why we thought going out would be a good idea on a Tuesday night'

'Look, Lex, your life is boring at the moment. You're single but you're not having fun with it, you need this,' she tells me, and I raise a skeptical eyebrow.

'Come on, get ready.' She shoves me off the bed and onto the floor.

'Fine!' I hold my hands up in surrender and pick up the dress. 'But I might need help putting this on,' I tell her, trying to work out which way up it is.

'Sure.' She winks at me and adjusts her dress. 'What do you think'

The bright red dress stops just below her bum, has a large section cut out across her stomach and is held up by two thin spaghetti straps.

'I think you shouldn't bend over,' I mutter sarcastically and reassess my dress.

'Oh, stop being so sensible. I know once I get a few drinks down you, you'll be more than happy to wear that,' Aria accuses and I smile, knowing she's right.

'Fine, I'll try this on,' I mumble, getting off the bed and stripping out of my dressing gown.

I struggle a couple of times before Aria intervenes with an exasperated scoff.

'Holy shit, you look hot,' Aria compliments me and I roll my eyes at her.

But as I turn and look in the mirror, I accept that actually the dress doesn't look as bad as I thought it would. It has cutouts everywhere and I'm grateful that I'm tanned seeing as I'm going to be showing this much flesh.

'There, you're ready.'

Aria pulls away from me with a triumphant smirk and turns the chair so I can see my reflection. She's done my makeup for me, and I'll admit she's done a much better job than I could. We both have heavily made—up eyes and sultry pink lips. I've left my long blonde hair in waves down my back.