I cursed under my breath as I went back upstairs to get dressed. God, mom would be so hurt. Why in the fucking hell would Alec even agree to this?

I obeyed her, had a quick bath and combed my sad bushy hair. I had to look the part, I had to make her happy, while I played the role of a responsible daughter with morals.

I wore a short flare dress that was fine for a typical dinner, but not good enough to go out with. I just wanted to feel so comfortable, especially since he had already seen everything underneath my dress. Plus, I had to dress in...