Novel & Cerita B.tan I Want The Darkest Tan Possible

Still, I stopped crying, and I considered it progress. I corrected the shoulder straps of my pink bikini top and pulled my unbuttoned shirt to my shoulders. I loved the sun, but the love wasn't mutual. As a white-skinned redhead, the only kind of tan I could get was the one resembling a red rash, which disappeared as soon as my skin stopped itching. Unlike everyone around me, bravely exposing their already sun-kissed bodies, I was always forced to shield mine with an additional layer of fabric. A deep sigh escaped my lips.

She continued while using her hands to cup her breasts angrily. Tammy could only continue to look at the blonde woman sadly. She remembered how Jessica used to be a confident woman. In this era, people considered tan skin more attractive and sexy than pale skin, but Jessica had absolutely no plans to get tanner. On the contrary, she was confident in her ivory skin and didn't want to change her hair color to match her light skin tone.

Then, naked as the day she was born and you in nothing but your socks, Sabrina grabbed her various gear and gave you a tour of her OnlyFans work. She had a few different kinds of lights, though she said the 'ring light' was the easiest to use and most effective, and she had four different stands she'd ordered from A****n to hold her phone. She explained how each one was supposed to work, and how two of them had ended up being pointless. Then she showed you the programs she'd tried on her laptop.

He answered his voice now gruff. A tall man almost the same height as White stepped into the room, he wore a black tuxedo and an extra shiny pair of leather black shoes. He was handsome with a long chiseled jaw, gray eyes and a beautiful light caramel hair. He glanced over at me with those gorgeous eyes before looking back at White. "Uncle Lucas!" Kiah said immediately sprinting into his open arms abandoning his father and me. "Hey munchkin," he greeted endearingly but Kiah pouted.

“It’s not even the right shade! If you had gone chestnut, at least it would’ve warmed your skin tone. Or even a dark caramel, darling, that would’ve been divine. But this…” He pinched a lock between his fingers, shaking his head. “This is flat. Lifeless. And you of all people should never look lifeless.” I swallowed, my cheeks heating. “Actually…” I tried to cut in, but he waved a finger in my face. “You could even pull off a rich espresso brown, something with depth, something with fire. But this plain tone?” He sighed heavily, as if I had personally ruined his career. “Whoever did this clearly doesn’t understand you.”

I smile again. I put my phone down, and began typing up my detailed plans. I’m changing that nasty grey color to green. Warm. Inviting. Royal Orchard, Bitter Sage, and Green Balsam. I even put down the name of the paint company and listed trusted painters from the company to do the job. Although, I’d probably help them out too. After all the plans have been typed out, I only placed “a delicate surprise” as to where I’m getting the artwork from. I don’t want him to know that I’ve already contacted the art department of a local university to help display their students work. I’m just waiting on an email with the images to sort through the potential artwork ranging from paintings and sculptures

I missed Remi and Angie, but I knew that, so I didn't hold on to unnecessary items from the past. I showered the dried blood off. When I stepped out of the shower, I wiped the mirror down with a towel. My freckled face looked back through grey eyes. They were officially blue, but it was like all the color had leaked from them, leaving only the grey. My dark blonde hair looked ashy brown from the shower. I combed long, straight locks out with a brush. I braided it back and headed out with no makeup on. I dressed in my store smock with a black long-sleeved shirt underneath the pale yellow to cover up the swirled lines on my arms, then wore a pair of black dress pants.

Liam stated, with his trademark smirk, looking me up and down slowly, making me squirm. Yeah, right! My brown hair was still damp because I didn’t have time to dry it because of his stupid ‘ten more minutes’ so I had pulled it back into a messy bun. I had thrown on my dark blue skinny jeans and red V-neck top and pulled a black hoodie and black converse. I had added the bare minimum make up, as usual, just a little mascara to make my grey-green eyes stand out, and some clear lip gloss. I did not look hot. Freaking asshole! I gave him the finger and walked out to his car. Leaning against it, angrily, waiting for them to grace me with their presence.

His body was rigid, as if he was fighting a losing battle of staying where he was and falling over his feet to make his way to me. I had simply opted for a short, red summery dress, and a pair of white trainers to somehow help show the tan I'd managed to build over the last few days, all thanks to my fathers genes of tanning a little better than burning. Although, I couldn't say the same for April with the unfortunate colour of her hair and the red tinge appearing against her skin.