5

Three months had passed.

Agnes and Ethan seemed to be getting along quite well but it was nothing more than just friendship. Ethan had successfully gained Whitney's trust. He had not forgotten his friend's challenge to him. He had even started making his moved on Agnes, the only problem was that whenever he tried to make his move on her, she would always had a way to turn him down.

Ethan did not need to rush things, besides he still had more three whole months remaining. In order to make Agnes feel special and make her trust him the more, he would carry her along to his business dinner dates. Their relationship looked so real to outsiders, that even the press and columnists had started spreading false information about them being a couple.

One beautiful day, while she was preparing dinner for herself, Ethan called her telephone line. She rushed out of the kitchen, to pick the phone call...

"Hello," she greeted.

"My senior colleague is throwing a huge birthday party tomorrow night, I wanted to ask you if you could accompany me to the party as my date." Ethan explained to her.

"I can't Ethan you know how shy and timid I become whenever I go out with you. And there are always rich people and medias all over. Since it is a big event, I advise you to take some other girl who is more classy along instead of me," she suggested.

Agnes had already started developing romantic feelings for him and she really wanted to get rid of those feelings. She wanted to avoid locking hands with him, she needed to avoid having his hand around her waist, she wanted to stop those feelings she felt.

"Agnes please just this once, I promise," he pleaded.

"Oh please stop with your promises, you said the same thing last time I went with you as your date to your business party," she said in a low and annoyed tone.

"Just this once Agnes, please. Remember you are my friend and friends always help each other," he said in a convincing manner.

She felt a tringe of pain in her heart when she heard him say they were friends but what did she expect him to call their relationship, besides she was the one that made it clear to him that they were only friends and nothing else.

"Alright I will tag along with you but just this once." She complied.

He released a sigh of relief.

"I prepared a dress for you to wear to the party, it will be sent to you by tomorrow," he said, looking at his phone.

"How could you order a dress for me without knowing my size?" She asked him over the phone call in disbelief.

"I knew the dress would fit you perfectly when I saw it in the mall yesterday, that was the reason I ordered for them," he replied, blushing in his dark room, like an idiot.

"You are unbelievable. Tomorrow when I put on the gown, we will know if your assumption was right or wrong," she said, her lips pouring in a challenging way.

"Okay, we will see about that." He replied in a challenging time. He always believed that he was the right person, so in his heart in had already concluded that the dress would fit her.

Gradually, gradually, the day passed by.

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Early in the morning, Agnes heard the doorbell ring.

"I'll be there in a second," she shouted, walking towards the door. She peeped at the door hole and saw that it was the delivery man. She opened the door at once.

"Hi," she greeted.

"Hi," he replied back..

"I have a package for you ma'am," he added, giving her a big rectangular box.

"Please sign over here," he said, pointing to his big book of records.

After signing, the delivery man left at once.

She walked into the living room and opened the box. "From the designers!" She exclaimed, her eyes widely opened.

The dress was really expensive. It was red and the diamond stones on it glittered even in broad daylight. She had already fallen in love with the dress, she ran into the bathroom to try them on.

"I will be heart broken, if this dress doesn't fit me," she spoke to herself still staring at the lovely expensive dress through the mirror.

Luckily for her, the dress fitted just perfectly well. Her contours looked more enhanced in the gown and her breasts swelled up. (I guess I should stop here for now, Ethan would do me a favour of giving us the details himself).

A while after she had finished trying on the dress, Ethan called her.

"Hey Agnes, have you received the dress."

"Yes I have," she said, plaintively.

"Why do you sound like that?" He asked in a worried tone.

"Don't ask me any question."

"You have to see it for yourself," she added in what seemed like a sad tone. Obviously she was pranking him.

"The dinner is at nine but I will be over there by eight p.m. If the dress doesn't fit, I'll order for another dress," his words were really considerate. Agnes's words made him think that the dress wasn't good.

"Okay."

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The hands of the clock soon struck eight.

Ethan parked in front of Agnes's house and alighted from the car.

He reached to her door and pressed the doorbell, he rang the bell for some minutes but no one came to open the door.

He gently pushed the door open and walked in.

"Agnes?" he called out her name in a low tone but she didn't answer him. He walked up the stairs and opened the door to her bedroom.

The image he saw made him go hard down there. Agnes was in an underwear, a bra and panties.

She was applying some make-up with an earpiece plugged in to her ear, perhaps that was the reason she did not hear him knocking and calling out to her name.

Ethan had it in mind to turn back and leave the room, pretending that nothing happened but his legs had made its own decision. His legs walked forward to her direction. When he reached her side, he unconsciously placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Who are you?" She screamed out in fright, as soon as she felt a hand on her. She turned around and saw it was Daniel.

"How did you enter my house and who gave you the permission to enter my room," she asked in a loud tone, while grabbing a bedsheet and wrapping all over her body.

"Whoa take it easy, it's all your fault. I rang the doorbell for some time but you did not come to answer, so I thought something must have gone wrong, I only rushed up here to check if you were doing okay."

"Even at that, it was wrong of you to come in without permission, at least you could have knocked before coming into my room," she said, still adjusting the blanket on her body.