It's been three hours since I made it to my parents house. My mom and I ate all the cookies n' cream ice cream that we had. We watched Disney movies, they can make anyone happy. Of course we watched my favorite, Mulan, then we watched Dumbo. My dad came back to the living room after two hours. He looked tired but relieved. I asked him what he was doing for the past two hours and he just said business stuff. Business, the awful word I try to avoid. Even though I can't really, I'm 'boss' of my mom's fashion headquarters here in New York. Her main building is in L.A., but she's hardly ever there. She spends a lot of her time in Paris with some of the best designers in the world. I don't design much, I can and do when I feel like it, I'm mostly in charge of the business trades through New York and making sure we are making a good profit.
"Is Bia here?" I hear a yell from the front door, obviously Blake.
"Shut up Blake!" I yell back and lay back down on the couch, my head next to my mom's legs.
"You said you'd be back soon," Blake says sternly when he gets into the room. "You've been gone for three hours and didn't even call me!"
"Blake Anthony!" Mom scolds as she stands up, "your sister's boyfriend just broke up with her. She is very upset and doesn't want to listen to your yelling."
"It's alright mom," I sniff and stand up next to her. From all my crying my nose got really runny. "Besides Blake I said I'd be back later, not soon."
"Call me next time," he softens, not wanting to get in trouble with mom again.
"Blake you're here, perfect!" dad cheers as he comes in from the kitchen. "I'd like to talk to you in my office." He turns on his heel and heads right back up to his office. Blake hugs mom and kisses the top of my head before he follows my dad up the stairs.
"Janet can you go get more cookies n' cream ice cream?" Mom asks noticing Janet in the doorway.
"Of course ma'am," Janet nods while she replies and leaves the room. Blake and I never make any of the maids or butlers go get food, we usually do it ourselves. It's a sense of being normal.
"Mom she doesn't have to," I turn to face my mother who has signaled a maid to come and clean up the bowls and spoons. When my parents aren't here the maids and butlers do whatever they feel the need to. Blake and I usually clean up after ourselves so they get paid for showing up.
"With what I think your father is planning," mom sighs before she takes a deep breath, "you are going to need more." She leaves the room, leaving me alone and confused. I stand there for a moment before I head up to my room.
My room is simple. The walls are light brown panels with a dark brown border, making large squares and rectangles through out the room. Above my headboard there are two strips of light on the wall. On the left side of my bed there are closets built up a little off the ground. The doors are the same dark brown as the borders and there is two closets. My headboard is a dark brown wood that goes half way up my wall. I usually keep white sheets and covers on my bed but sometimes I like to use the burgundy sheets in my closet. On the right side of my bed are glass doors and windows that go from the floor to ceiling. That leads into my bathroom which is a full bath. I have two dark brown wooden nightstands on each side of my bed. They have a redwood lamp stand with a white lamp shade on top of them. On the right nightstand I always keep a small pot of flowers, usually daisies.
I grab my phone out of my pocket and lay down on my bed. My phone has a hundred messages from my best friend, Kayla Olson. She is a couple years younger than me, twenty-two, but she is the best person in the world. She was in one of my college classes and we were put together for an assignment. From there we've been best friends.
Kay-Boo
8:37 a.m. OMG Bi!
8:38 a.m. My friend who works at Starbucks just texted me!
8:46 a.m. He's such a twat!
8:53 a.m. You deserve better.
9:02 a.m. Seriously Bi! Can you answer me, I want to make sure you're okay!
9:28 a.m. My friend got it of video if it makes you feel better. You can laugh at him getting covered in a frappuccino.
9:55 a.m. Bianca Anne Harrison!
10:14 a.m. If I find out that you are ignoring me I'll kick your ass!
10:52 a.m. We are going out tonight, we'll meet at yours
Pick me up at 9:30 and I'll tell you
11:22 a.m.
11:22 a.m. Nice to know you are alive! I'll see you then, you better be ready to party
I turn my phone off and lay back on to my bed. Tonight I'm going to get drunk. I need to let loose. Have some fun. After laying down for a good ten minute I get up and go to my closet. I'm only staying at Blake's for the week so almost all of my clothes are still here. I spend twenty minutes trying to find the perfect dress. Most of the clothes in my closet are from my mom's company. If I didn't wear something designer my mom would lose it, you don't want to see my mom pissed off.
I pull out a black dress that I designed. It stops about two inches under my butt, on the sides of my ribs there is a diamond cut that isn't too large. The v cut goes down to the tip of my ribs, showing off more cleavage than I usually would. The back is covered and it has long sleeves. Kay loves this dress so I decide to wear it later. My shoes I'll worry about later but for now I lay my dress on my bed and head back downstairs.
"We are having a family dinner at six," mom tells me as I enter the kitchen to get a water, "oh and I'm going to need those designs by Monday Bianca."
Monday! It's Saturday and most people don't go into the office Sunday. I groan internally then head to the living room. I can't get these designs done by Monday! She gave us the order on Thursday, we have only four designs done!
"Bumble bee come here," dad says while he's in the middle of the stairs. This is the most my parents ever talk to me. I get up and head up to my dad's office with him. I don't know where Blake is, maybe he went home while I was in my room.
"What's up dad?" I ask as I sit on one of the comfy white chairs in his office. I lean against one arm rest and throw my legs over the other.
"Dinner tonight is business," he tells me, "The Baileys will be coming over tonight, you need to behave. No smart comments or anything. This deal is very important to the company."
"They own that hotel chain right? The Queen Suites?" I ask and he nods, "that's like the largest hotel chain in he world! I hope the deal works for you!" He offers me a sad smiles and I furrow my eyebrows.
My dad makes billions off of the most ridiculous thing ever. His father, my grandpa, started an appliance business. Like house appliances. We make everything you could think of, stoves, refrigerators, washing machines, dryers. Anything you can think of, we make. You wouldn't think that we'd be rich off of it but boy are we. That's why I'm glad Blake is taking over the company and I'm taking over the clothes company. My dad around five years ago bought out a furnishing company. We sell everything you need in a home, half of our stock goes to stores like IKEA and Sears.
I'm guessing this deal has to do them buying our appliance and furniture or something like that. I usually stay away from my dad's company. It gets too confusing.
"The Baileys will be here any minute Bianca! Hurry your ass up!" Blake yells from the other side of my door. I have on a red knee length dress. It covers the tops of my shoulders and fits my chest perfectly. At my waist it flows out slightly giving me the ability to actually move my legs. I curled my blonde hair into loose ringlets and put of blood red lipstick. My eyeshadow is a light brown on the inside corner and fades into black. My black eyeliner makes an almost perfect wing and my mascara makes my eyelashes larger than ever. Even though we are staying home for the dinner I still wear heels, they are black open-toed platform heels with a strap around my ankle. This is going to be my hair and makeup for tonight with Kay, along with the shoes. "I'm coming, just stop yelling," I somewhat yell as I leave my bathroom. My phone is laying on my bed so I quickly pick it up before I open my bedroom door. Blake is standing outside in the hallway waiting for me. I'm guessing my mo
"Bianca, you have to come out now," mom says while she knocked on my door. It's now Sunday and I've been in my room since last night. Thank god for my snack stash I have. "I'm sick," I say in a raspy voice then fake a cough. "Bianca Anne," mom sighs and I sit up in my bed, "you need to go to work and get the designs going." I groan and throw my pillow at the door, "I'll be ready soon." I hear her walk off and I stand up. My neck hurts from the awkward sleeping position I was in and I move it from shoulder to shoulder loosening it up. I head to the bathroom and turn the water on until it is the perfect temperature. I stand under the water for a minute, letting it cascade down my back, warming up my body. I lather shampoo in my hair and make sure the excess is out before I rinse out the shampoo. The conditioner I put it and leave it. Grabbing my strawberry scented soap, I put some on the loofa before scrubbing my body. Once I'm done putting the soap on I rinse
"So we have to actually agree on a house?" Leon asks and I roll my eyes. "Why else would we look at three houses?" I ask rhetorically. "Well I get one house, you get the other and the last is for people to think we actually live together. Throw stupid parties and crap there," he says and I just look at him as we look at the three houses. We have already been on the tour for all of them and they are amazing. They all have the same amount of rooms, too many, and are all close to the city. Apparently his offices are just a few blocks away from mine, small world. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," I tell him as I look at the middle picture. "This one is my favorite." He points to the third one, "I prefer this one." "The only difference is the pool has a slide," I say and look over at him. "Exactly," he says, "Who wouldn't want a slide with their pool?" "We can buy one," I tell him, "I prefer this house." "What abou
Kay looked over at me and looked shocked for a second before she winked. I smirked back before I start to sway my hips against his. He pulls me closer to him and keeps a firm grip on my waist, but not too tight. His mouth is right by my ear and he whispers, "Kyle, my name.""Bianca," I reply and push back into him. He takes a sharp breath before he starts to move along with me."Damn babe you can dance," he whispers in my ear and I smirk."I can do a lot of things," I whisper back and he turns me to face him."Is that so?" He asks with a slight grin."Maybe," I say teasingly and run my hand down his covered chest."How about we get a drink?" He asks looking into my eyes, "on me.""Sure," I reply and he takes us to a high table. "I'll wait here."He nods before he walks off to the bar. I look around and see Kay is now making out with the black haired guy. Past them in the special VIP section, there is just a few couches and wait
My mom decided to be the worst person in the world today. It's been a couple days since the club. The only time I was with Leon was yesterday because we were going furniture shopping. Well if you call looking through my dad's stock shopping. The bonus is we get it for free, I know we are rich but I don't like to spend my parent's money. I get my paycheck and buy what I need for it. Except my parent's won't even let me pay a little rent. Anyway we didn't talk at all. My mom pointed to something and if we both nodded then we got it. We only got enough for the kitchen, dining room, living room, our room, and a office for him. The other rooms we will worry about later. Back to why my mom is the worst? We have an engagement party in two hours. Guess when I found out about it? Five minutes ago! Like what?! I didn't even get to go out and buy a new dress. The parents, both mine and Leon's, said the reason we were told now instead of a few days ago is because they didn't want us to
"Attention!" Leon calls out throughout the large banquet room. We are standing in front of the large crowd, our arms around each other. "Many of you are probably wondering what this party was for exactly, probably even more curious now because I'm speaking. But tonight's party is very special, to me and Bianca here. We'd both like to announce our engagement. We are to be wed at the end of March." After he finished there was a loud applause through the room. Leon and I both smiled as we started to walk through the crowd. Well tried to walk through the crowd. We get stopped by almost everyone, them congratulating the both of us. "Man you didn't tell me you were engaged!" A guy, around Leon's age stops the both of us. Leon unwraps his arm from around me and does a little bro hug with the guy. He pulls away and puts his arm back around my waist. "Oh I'm Grayson Black." He isn't a bad looking guy either. His light brown hair is spiked up in the front with gel, a stubble tha
First night in the new home was, okay. He brought his bed from his loft and placed it in the room across from 'ours'. That's where I slept last night while he slept on his own bed. It's Christmas day. We are going to my parents house this morning and having a brunch there with my family. After that we are going to his parent's house for a Christmas dinner. I got the presents for my family yesterday and he got the presents for his. We just wrote both of our names on them, isn't that what couples do? "Are you ready?" He asks standing in the doorway of our bathroom. I look at him through the mirror and raise an eyebrow. I only have one eye done make up wise. My hair is done but my dress is hanging up on a hook. "Does it look like it?" I snap back, he should know I'm pissed at him. When I said it was an okay first night, I lied. It was awful. Leon is a fucking dick and I really don't want to marry him. Last night was Christmas Eve and he said that he goes out par
Brunch was fun. I got to talk to my cousin, Victor, who is my age. He is Uncle Peter's kid. My mom also has a brother and a sister but they stay live in Colorado, that's where she's from. My dad and Uncle were talking a lot of business, which I hate, with Leon. Uncle Peter actually didn't want to run my dad's business because he wanted to start up his own law firm. It's one of the top in the country. My mom talked to Aunt Teresa and grandma. Grandpa was talking with Blake, about him stepping up to run the business soon. My youngest cousin, Lily was listening to her mom talk. Lily is only eight but she tries to act like an adult. She was a whoopsie baby, but we don't love her any less. I was only sixteen at the time, same as Victor. Aunt Teresa was thirty-nine when Lily was born, making Uncle Peter forty-four. "Presents!" Lily squeals as we all finish our meals. I smile as I chase her into our living room. The large Christmas tree is sitting in the corner lit up with white li