Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

Chapter 0206

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Tentatively, I took the dress from him when he made no move to actually hand it to me. With each of my hands grasping one edge of the dress, I held it up before me and spread it out fully so I could get a good look at the intricate design.

It was a long red dress that instantly took my breath away. On a closer look, the material of the dress was smooth, luxurious silk, the sumptuous texture looking so fine that I could already tell I would love the sensuous feel of it sliding over my bare skin. The length of the dress alone would have made it sound elegant and classy, but the daring design made it anything but demure. You just needed to lay eyes on it to know that.

Co-owning a clothing line with my best friend Grace meant that I had been exposed to lots of stunning and beautiful fashion designs over the years. But I would not deny that the dress Dylan had selected was unique and exquisite in its own right clearly meant to tantalize and seduce.

The front of the dress had a deep, deep V neckline that would be sure to show an ample amount of my breasts, the sultry decolletage leaving little to the imagination. The back view was even more audacious, with the entire expanse of skin from my shoulders all the way down to my lower back completely exposed, save for two thin, delicate ropes of crimson silk crisscrossing and intricately tied at the base of -my spine in an unusual lattice design.

The waist and skirt portion below that exposed back was deceptively simple - a loose, flowing column of crimson silk that would no doubt feel very comfortable and soft against my legs as I moved. But the plunging neckline and completely bare back screamed undeniable, unabashed sensuality.

He smirked knowingly at the conflicted, almost dazed expression on my face as I studied the daring design, clearly pleased by my reaction.

"Tayon likes women in sexy clothes that show off their assets," he stated matter-of-factly, not even trying to deny the overt intention behind such a dress.

“So?" He crossed his legs and intently looked at me, his eyes burning with fiery challenge and dark promise.

"What do you say? Think you can pull it off? Would you dare try that little number on for me?" He wiggled his brows playfully and I couldn't help but be both amused and aroused by how swiftly his demeanor had transitioned from arrogant captor to seductive tempter.

I looked at the dress again, taking in the lush folds of delicate silk and shockingly provocative cutouts. Yes, the dress was unquestionably sexy and designed to tantalize, but it wasn't something that truly frightened me or that I would necessarily be afraid to try on in the right circumstances, I decided. After all, since I had done occasional modeling over the years for Grace's fashion line, including for her more. risque lingerie and intimates collections, the slinky red number was really nothing too scandalous compared to some of the tiny scraps of silk and lace I had pranced around in for those shoots.

Ascoffed, unable to hold my retort back at his clear implication that I might not have the guts or the body confidence to try on such a bold look.

"You think I'd be afraid of trying this skimpy little dress on, huh?" I taunted him boldly, squaring my shoulders and giving him a look that dripped disdain.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Clutching the silky material to my chest to keep it from slipning through

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and headed towards the bathroom with every intention of changing into the ridiculous, completely gratuitous dress just to prove him wrong.

I had not taken more than a couple of purposeful strides before Dylan's voice stopped me cold, the sheer commanding presence in that powerful timbre sending involuntary shivers racing down my spine. "Let me help you," he said in an infuriatingly imperative voice that brooked no argument, no subtle suggestion but a direct order that was impossible to ignore.

My hands wound tightly around the dress as I clenched my fists and grinded my teeth, seething at his arrogance and entitled presumption. How dare he speak to me like I was just some common whore to dress up and parade around for his amusement? My nostrils flared, my jaw clenching as a scathing retort rose in my throat.