It's been two months since Mark and I agreed to our new arrangement.
We would get together anywhere from four to seven times a week. Oddly enough, I feel rather proud of myself. I haven't fallen for him as I thought I would.
Things have been going positively, too. I'm now the store manager at the drugstore, I got a loan for the bank and gotten myself a car, and things feel... normal.
Today, Mr. Fischbach has the day off, and he wanted to fix his extremely grown out and faded red hair. He set off, leaving me alone at home.
I decided to pick up a bit, not that the house was messy, but just some house keeping things. When there was nothing else to do, I decided to sit and relax. Scrolling through my phone, I had noticed Mark had texted me.

I laughed at the fact that he had decided to text me instead of wait until he got home, but I couldn't lie. He looked good.
"Yeah yeah, you look alright I guess." I sent the message as a joke. Less than five minutes later, a certain someone strolled through the door.
"Alright? Just 'alright'?" Mark closed the door and peered over me, laying in the couch.
"Well, you're no model, buuuut..."
"Ha! Please, I could easily pass for a model."
"Uh huh. Sure you can. Keep believing in yourself buddy."
He leaned down and kissed me shortly before walking into the kitchen.
That is the part I don't like. He has started treating me more... tenderly. Like we have more than just our arrangement. He kisses me when he wants, and often calls me names such as "beautiful", "babe", or "love".
It is kind of unsettling, but I let it slide.
I am living in his house after all.
I decided to follow him to the kitchen.
"So, what do you want for dinner?"
Mark closed the cabinet he was looking through and turned to me.
"Uh, actually, I thought maybe you'd wanna go out to eat? Some place nice?" He laughed nervously.
"That sounds awesome but, I don't really have any nice clothes." It's true, I only bought myself clothes for work, everyday clothes and pajamas.
"Funny you should say that, actually..."
"...Mark?"
"Here, I left something in the car. Grab it for me?" He tossed me his car keys. I looked down at them, then back up to him. He gave me a lovely smile that fit him nicely.
"Uh, okay? What is it I'm looking for?"
"Oh, you'll know when you see it."
I gave him an odd look and turned to leave the house. I unlocked his car and looked in the front seat. There was a bag with a very expensive store name on it. Without snooping, I grabbed the bag, locked the car, and walked back inside.
I placed the bag on the dinning room table where Mark had been sitting. I sat down beside him and darted my eyes between him and the bag.
"What's this?"
"I don't know, why don't you open it and find out? It's not mine, anyway." Giving him an odd look, I stood back up and searched the bag. I pulled out the most beautiful black dress I have ever seen. My mouth dropped at it beauty, as I pulled out a matching pair of heels.
"I still have the receipt if they don't fit, but the lady there helped me out."
"Mark, i-its beautiful..." The tags to both the shoes and the dress had been ripped off, so I could not see the price.
"How much were these?"
"It doesn't matter. It only matters how you feel in them. Go try it on!"
I gave him an odd look as he watched me walk down the hall to my room.
I changed into the dress, fitting my body well. A little on the short side, but that was believed to be the point.
I finished my hair and make up, giving myself a final check in my body mirror.

What's in store for tonight?