THIRTY SIX

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 per