Betrayal

On a Friday evening, right after Rima's visit, Amol decided to take me on a date. He told me he was taking me somewhere I had never been before which was his newly opened restaurant. He even got me a dress of his choice. It was a black lace dress. The dress was knee-length with a side cut. It had a thin strap.

"You got me a dress?"

"Yes,"

"This dress?"

"Is there anything wrong with the dress?" he raised a brow.

I shook my head.

"Tell me," he whispered hugging me from behind.

"You got a really good taste," I replied.

"Is that so?" he placed a kiss on my cheek.

I nodded.

I got ready and then we were ready to leave. Amol came into the room with a red roses bouquet. He handed me the bouquet and kissed me.

"You are going to smudge my lipstick," I whispered.

"That is the plan," he winked.

Amol was dressed in a two-piece suit. I already knew it would be black. I wondered why he loved black so much.

"You ready?" he asked once I was done wearing heels.