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Revenge by Lauren Landish Read Online (FREE)

Revenge by Lauren Landish Read online

Read Revenge: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Secrets & Lies Book 1) full novel online for free here.


Red. He likes red. I chose this dress carefully, making sure to pick one that would be both classy and slutty at the same time. The fabric is skintight, and I can’t wear anything underneath except for a G-string. I can’t even wear a bra, and he’ll notice for sure. Jackson always notices a woman’s breasts. Mine aren’t the biggest, but that’s okay. He has a thing for nipples, and I’ve been told mine are perfect.

Next come the silk thigh highs. The dress has a slit that goes almost all the way up my right leg, revealing a lot of thigh. He’ll notice the lace top, and the fact that I’m wearing something other than pantyhose will draw his attention. I put less care into selecting the heels I’ll be wearing. We’ll be in a car for most of what I have planned for him, so they’re what I’d consider reasonable. They’re just meant to draw attention to my calves, so they’re only three inch heels. I like my calves. They’re pure muscle, and extremely defined from all the training I do.

Now is the hard part, the wig. I don’t want Jackson recognizing who I am at first, so securing my naturally brown hair underneath this platinum blonde wig is vital. I want this hair to look like it really belongs to me. It’s why I spent nearly as much money on the wig as I did on the dress, and I’ve practiced multiple times with the spirit gum to make sure it all looks natural. My eyes… well, blue eyes go with blonde hair all the time, but the false eyelashes I’m wearing can partially hide my eye color for a while. A little bit of makeup will help soften my jawline. I’ve increased my food intake over the past few days, trying to add a little bit of body fat—at least enough that you can’t see my jaw muscles flexing when I chew. I don’t give a shit, since I like my body the way it is, but Jackson likes women with a little more meat on their bones. I’m glad at least I keep my hair short, not quite butch short, but it’s still considered short for a woman. I don’t have time to deal with that shit… I’ve got other issues to deal with besides worrying about my looks.

Okay. Dress, stockings, shoes by the door, hair… check. As for makeup, I’m going with sultry and dark eye makeup to help my eyes look larger, more doe-eyed. I made sure to spend extra time on my eyeliner, because when I make my big reveal, I want Jackson to know exactly who I am as he stares into my eyes. And I know he remembers my eyes. The lipstick I’m wearing matches my dress, and makes my lips look plump and pouty. Everything I’m wearing practically screams, ‘Fuck me, Jackson DeLaCoeur!’.