You Got That Red Lip Classic Novels & Stories

I coax. She takes the lipstick from my hand and pops off the cap. I watch from inches away as she glides the end along her top and then bottom lip. It’s dark red and sexy as hell. She presses her lips together and rubs them against each other in a practiced move I’m sure she’s done a million times. Why this fascinates me so much is beyond me. Fuck, she’s impossible to resist and I stop fighting it.

You have to. I grabbed my makeup brush, dusting powder across my face as I stared at my own reflection. My eyes looked too wide, my lips too tight. I needed to calm down. But how could I? This wasn’t just some party—I was setting a trap. A dangerous one. I reached for my lipstick, twisting it up with shaky fingers. Cherry Red. Bold. Attention-grabbing. The kind of color that made men stop and stare. I glided it over my lips, pressing them together, watching how the color deepened.

Lancelin told me as he slowed down the speed and took a side lane to let the other cars pass by. Doing as he instructed, I took out two tissue papers and wiped my lips clean of any lip tint. Scrunching up the papers, I kept them inside my purse to dispose of them later and took out my compact case and flipped it open to look into the mirror while applying the lipstick. It glided on like smooth silk and only one stroke painted my lips an exquisite red. It was the most beautiful shade of red I had ever worn and I regretted not trying it earlier. “Gorgeous.” I breathed out.

He puts it back down and walks to me, something small in his hand and holds it out casually, his face lightening with a hint of a shy smile. “You may want this. Don’t think it should meet the furnace.” I blink as my eyes focus on the black tube in his hand, confused for a second as to what I’m looking at, and I realise as my eyesight settles on it that it’s the red lipstick I lost the last time I lived here. The no longer manufactured shade of red that was always my signature colour. The exact shade of my hair. The one I looked everywhere for and realised it must have been left behind.

I then reached for the next artillery in my arsenal of vengeance; a classic red lipstick. In one of his extremely rare weak moments, Nicholas had once divulged to me that the reason he got turned on by a woman in red lipstick was because his mum whom he adored had always worn one. I never figured out if it was true or it was just the fact that his dick would rise for anything in red lipstick, but one thing I knew, red lipstick sealed the deal for Nicholas. I overlined my lips with a red lip liner to make them look even more pouty than they were before adding coat after coat of red lipstick till every inch of my lips was caked in it.

“He’s your husband . He’s impossible, infuriating, romantic… all at once. This is your moment to shine. A little mascara, just enough to make your lashes flutter… perfect. Look at that. Stunning.” I blinked at myself in the mirror. My eyes looked brighter, more awake, the shimmer soft and elegant. I barely recognized the person staring back. My chest tightened. Part of me was furious at how flustered I felt. Another part… couldn’t deny that I liked the feeling of being made to look… appealing. Lip color came next. Clear held up two options: a subtle rose or a deeper red. “The rose is safe, but the red… the red says bold, confident, irresistible. I vote red.”

I did not want to wear anything too formal, or sexy, or too casual and certainly not too boring. My eyes caught a black dress at the far side of the wardrobe. It was simple, elegant and safe. I picked it up and held it against my body, then I turned to look at it innthe mirror. “This one?” I asked Tara. “Yes it is perfect.” I put on my makeup and I made it look very light and natural. But I painted my lips sharp red. The same red lipstick. I stared at myself in the mirror and saw that even though my eyes were scared, my lips were bold.

She was almost done putting her desired color on her lips when I managed to open my mouth to stop her from putting it on completely. She throws an innocent questioning look at me. Nika stole a glance from the pink lipstick that she was still holding in her hand and then she stared back at me, her eyes asking what was the matter with her red lipstick. Rummaging through the drawer underneath the dresser. I finally found an unopened Dior Rouge lipstick that is my go-to color. Twisting it, revealing its color. I suddenly remember Gresya with the same amount of panic that flashed through her eyes when Nika saw how red my red lipstick is. "I am not going to wear that." But just like how she is per

Andrea reached for it slowly, already feeling a knot tighten in her chest. It was a lipstick. She held it up to the light, inspecting it like it might burn her. A glossy shade of red—bolder than anything she owned. The label was smudged but readable. “Crimson Kiss.” Not mine, her thoughts whispered, unblinking. Definitely not mine. Andrea rarely wore lipstick, and when she did, it was always subtle—peach tones, muted pinks, barely-there nudes. She never liked anything loud. Gabriel used to say she didn’t need makeup to look beautiful anyway.

The supposed thrill and excitement. I felt a thrill alright but then again, I wasn't stupid like the bad boys’ female interests. Nothing good could come out of getting involved with my stepbrother. I'll be damned if I do. I gave my hair one more brush then fluffed it. I stared into the mirror for another minute, my choice finally decided on. “Hair down it is.” I picked up my favourite red lipstick, one of the trendy MAC cremesheen lipstick. I got it at a fifty percent off discount from a hjj some months back and I've been obsessed with it ever since. The colour was perfect for my skin tone and lip shape.