That evening Bella was in the king's chambers waiting for Jett to return. She hadn't seen him all day and wasn't even sure if Scarlett's idea would work. Slipping on her black thigh-high stockings, she fastened them to the garter belt. Adjusting her matching lace thong and bra set, she looked at herself in the mirror before going to the bed. Letting her long black hair fall over one eye, she positioned herself on the Victorian style poster bed, waiting for her king to arrive.
The room was dimly lit with only the glowing flicker of candles. A soft breeze from the window made the curtains sway as rays from the moon shone behind her outline of her silhouette. The smell of lavender filled the room along with the sounds of light RB music playing from her phone to set the ambiance.
As the turn of the doorknob creaked and the door swung open, her body tensed, waiting for her king to make his appearance.
