"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 off the buds and the conditioner out of my hair. Because I'm in such a crappy mood I skip the shaving for another day and get out. The fluffy white towel makes me a little bit more warm after I stepped into the cold air. My hair I leave down and let it dry that way, I wash my face with my cleanser and head back to my room. My outfit consists of a black pencil skirt that goes to mid thigh, a red blouse that ties around my neck. The sleeves have a slight puff to them but it wraps around my wrists. I tuck it into my skirt before slipping on black heels. Once again I go back to my bathroom and put on quick make up. Just foundation, concealer, nude lipstick, and mascara. I could care less about my hair but I still brush it so it doesn't look so ratted.
I texted Kay after dinner last night and she understood why I didn't want to go out. She said we are going out soon, she still is making me go. "Good you're ready," mom says standing up from her chair in the living room, "lets get to the office."
"You're coming?" I ask as I slip on my black coat. My black Chanel purse and keys are by the door.
"I'd like to see how everything is going," she replies as she follows me out. We get into the car and the first five minutes are quiet. "I'm sorry about last night, I had no idea darling."
"I know mom," I tell her as I turn off my turn signal. "This is just a lot to take in. Oliver just broke up with me and next thing I know I'm engaged to a stranger."
"At least he is cute," mom grins and I roll my eyes.
"Maybe a little bit more than cute," I grin back and hers turns into a smile.
"He seems like a good man for you," she says and I take a deep breath, that's what I thought about Oliver. "If it helps, I know your father only put up with Oliver for you. He hated that boy."
I look over at her quickly in shock before I look back at the road, "why?"
"He just didn't believe that Oliver was good enough for you," mom answers and I reply with a curt nod. Soon enough we reach the office and I pull into the parking deck. I park in my reserved spot before we both get out. We head to the elevator then upstairs to my office. Last night I had sent out an email to my faculty saying I needed the designs Monday, mother's orders. Many of the employees at AG Fashion have been here and were employed by my mom. Mom started her company before she met dad. She only had it for three years before she married my dad. That's why there is a G for Gray instead of a H.
"Welcome back Mrs. Harrison," my assistant smiles as we walk past her desk. She always makes my calls to my mom when it's business. I hate talking business with my mom, well just business in general.
"Hello Isabelle," mom replies before we go into my office. I notice a file on my desk and I open the folder. There is a small stack of designs, Isabelle must've brought them in here.
"Looks like we already have quite a few done," I mumble to myself as I look through the designs. It's for our spring collection, and my team has done a great job. The design on top is gorgeous. Its a white skater skirt, a long sleeve off the shoulder light pink top, black tights, and white ballet flats. The corner has a signature, obviously it was made by Taylor. She is one of the new designers, she was hired five months ago, only recently graduating. Taylor is super shy but has amazing talent she will always be with this company as long as I'm around.
"That's amazing," mom says as she picks up the paper, "did Tatiana make this?"
"Taylor Piper," I tell her as her eyes scan the paper, "she was hired five months ago, right out of college. She is amazing."
"She is," mom nods in agreement. "I'd like to meet her. Call her in."
"If she is here," I tell mom as I pick up the phone on my desk. I call Isabelle to go get her, luckily she is here. "Don't be to over the top mom, she's very shy."
After a few minutes, mom has looked through designs and has thrown a couple out. "Miss, Taylor is here," Isabelle says through the phone.
"She can come in," I reply before I set the phone down once again. I hear my door open and Taylor walks in. She's absolutely beautiful, but I don't think she knows it. She's taller than me, around 5'8. Her long auburn hair is naturally curly and goes to the middle of her back. Her eyes are a bright green and she has freckles all across her cheeks.
"It's wonderful to meet you Taylor," mom says and it looks as if Taylor's eye pop out of her head.
"Y-you as w-well Mrs. Harrison," Taylor stutters and I grin at her shyness.
Mom stands up and walks over to her. "You are a very beautiful girl Taylor," mom says and I see Taylor's face flush.
"Thank you," she says shyly.
"You'll be the model for this outfit," mom tells her holding out Taylor's design, "I will give you further information about it soon."
"Really?" Taylor smiles when she looks at her design, "t-thank you Mrs. Harrison. I have no idea what to say."
"You don't need to say anything," mom smiles at her, "I'd like you to continue making designs like this."
"Of course ma'am," Taylor says and hurries out of the room.
"Model?" I ask with a smile as I display designs across my desk.
"She has a model's body," mom shrugs as she puts the design on top of the folder, "besides she'd look best in it, I can tell."
"Looks like she'll need an agent soon," I joke as I stack the ones that I'm not keeping. "We need ten more designs."
"Tomorrow I expect them to be done," mom says sternly, "I need to get all the designs from all over approved." Mom has each country design their own spring selection, she believes that they should be able to make something that they'd actually wear. Not something that is just trending in America. Of course mom just chooses the top designs from each country by putting the twenty designs from each office in that country. It's actually quite complicated so I won't go into it. "Oh, Leon is here waiting at the front," mom speaks up and my eyes widen.
"What?" I choke out and she rolls her eyes.
"You two are choosing a house today," mom tells me, "your father and Liam have chosen three for you two to choose from."
"We aren't just living in his flat?" I ask and mom shakes her head.
"You two need a home if you are going to be married," mom says and I sigh. Marriage doesn't seem right.
"Alright," I say and put my purse back on my shoulder. I toss my keys to her and tell her to be careful with my baby. "See you at home."
I head down the elevator to the main floor. Once the elevator doors open I walk out the front door and see a charcoal grey Tesla Model 3. The window rolls down and Leon bends his down so I can see him, "Lets go!" he calls at me and I get out of my phase. Oh how I want this car.
"When did you get this?" I ask as I touch the dashboard.
"My car?" he asks and I nod as I look around. This looks better than my Tesla. "A month or so ago."
"I wish I could have it," I say as I buckle up. "Mines a Model X."
"You have a Tesla?" He asks in shock and I nod back confused "Who knew you would have one."
"Excuse me?" I ask and look over at him.
"You are just a daddy's girl, I can tell. Besides I didn't think fashion designers wanted Teslas," he says and I glare at him.
"Just because I design clothes doesn't mean I'm a girly girl," I say and cross my arms over my chest.
"Alright love," he chuckles, his accent showing.
God, British accents are my new weakness.
"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
"Tequila?" Kay asks and I nod my head. "Another scotch for you?" Tessa nods her head as Kay gets up from the table. "Be back in a sec." "She is super cool," Tessa says and I smile. "You two are very similar," I tell her, "maybe it's because you are both twenty-two." "So Leon is out tonight as well?" She asks and I nod, "probably doing what he did the other night, oh I'm sorry. I have trouble keeping my mouth shut." "No you are fine," I shrug, "he probably is, that's why I'm here." "I could tell Uncle Liam," she says and I shake my head. "Leon would hate me more than he does," I tell her, "I have to spend the rest of my life with him, unfortunately." "You're lucky he is hot," Kay says setting three glasses on the table. Tequila for myself, a scotch for Tessa, and a combo of alcohols for herself. She always tells the bartenders to put three drinks together and she always drinks them
"Grayson," I say as I shake his shoulders. He groans in his sleep before letting out another snore. "Grayson wake up. I made food." That didn't wake him up either so I went to the kitchen and grabbed a pot and a wooden spoon. I went right next to the couch and banged them together. He jumped up, his eyes wide and alert, while his hand went to his head. "I'm hammered," he mutters as he sits back down. "I'm hungover too, but I'm still going on with my day," I tell him, "I made breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and hash browns." Grayson smiles and heads right to the dining room. I roll my eyes before I head to the kitchen to put the pot and spoon away. I go to the dining room to see Grayson already devouring the food. My foot taps as I raise an eyebrow at him, he just offers me a sheepish grin. "It's really good." "I like to cook," I smile as I sit across from him, "see you didn't notice the Advil I left out for you." "Oh