You Got That Red Lip Classic Novels & Stories

After a moment of waiting, Cherry arrived wearing a flowery high waist short, flowery blouse, and flowery sandals, and even if Christmas is near still her outfit is for summer. “Hi!” She greeted me and went near me and kissed my cheek as a part of her greeting. “I know you are Lady because I can still remember you,” She said and she sits in front of me and takes one from my fun shot and eats it, and laughs. “This is my second time purchasing your product because I love the first red lipstick that I purchased from you… it is so very long-lasting…It is a super stay lipstick. I already ate and the lipstick is still there, I already toothbrush it is still there and I already sleep and when I wok

There goes my lip gloss. ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺

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.”

Sugar had officially declared Sass Bootcamp, and apparently, I was her unwilling trainee. First came the makeup table. Yes, the makeup table. Sugar dragged me into the massive walk-in closet of doom—lined with dresses that probably cost more than my entire life insurance payout (if I had one). She whipped out a silver case full of lipsticks like a surgeon about to perform open heart surgery. “Lesson one,” Sugar announced, holding up a tiny gold tube like it was holy relic. “Never say red lipstick. It’s Crimson Kiss No. 47. Repeat it.”

James reached into his backpack and pulled out some gummy worms. “Here, I got the good stuff.” “That you did,” I snorted with a laugh.