When it was lunch time for Ximena, I decided to pay her a visit and apologize for whatever I did to her. I have no clue what I did or say wrong, but it is better I apologize. Usually I don't apologize to girls, but she's my sister and I might need her help somewhere in the near future.
I parked my Bugatti Veyron next to Ximena's white Bentley and walked inside the building. In my right hand I had the keys of my car around my index finger and in my left hand I carried a bag with ten pieces of omakase from Ximena's favorite sushi place in New York, Sushi yasuda.
"Good morning Mr. Vasilios." Claire chirped as I walked passed her, ignoring her whole presence. I didn't exactly like Claire, because of the last time when she basically threw herself at me. Aside from that, she looks scary. Who the hell wears red bright lipstick with blue eyeshadow to work? I'm surprised that Ximena didn't fire her yet, but then again my sister is way too nice.
I walked into Ximena's office without knocking and I was shocked to see her there again. They both looked up at me, Ximena's eyes all red and swollen and she was glaring angrily at me.
I knew who she was. I knew her face seem familiar. Since the last time I saw her during Ximena's graduation I couldn't get my mind off her. I knew it was her.
“What are you doing here?" I heard the angry voice of Ximena that woke me up from my reverie.
I smiled sheepishly at her. "I'm sorry for whatever reason you're mad at me, but I brought you sushi." I walked over to her desk and handed her the sushi. "Now, will you tell me why you're mad at me?" I then looked at her friend. The one I know so well.
"Don't you have work to do?" I asked quirking an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes at me and let out a disapproving sound before walking away.
So unprofessional.
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Jill Malik P.O.V
Ximena and Flynn are total opposites of each other. While Ximena is caring and loving, Flynn is arrogant and rude. "If you need anything, I'll be in my office." I said to her as I shot a glare at Flynn before walking out of Ximena's office. I still had tons of work to do. Ximena has a new eyeshadow palette that will be launched in two months and it still needed a name. Until now I can't come up with a suitable name. The eyeshadow palette she will launch will have mostly dark colors and it's supposed to radiate confidence.
While I was busy thinking and writing down possible name ideas, someone slowly opened my door. I looked up and saw it was Ximena. She looked much better now than she did in the morning. I guess the ‘talk’ with her brother went well.
"Hey." she said as she walked towards my desk. "Can I ask you for a favor?"
I rose up an eyebrow. "Sure." I said, putting my pencil down on my wooden desk.
"So, tonight it's Kat Von D's liquid lipstick launch and she invited me, sadly I can't make it, because Blake ask me to go on a date with him, so would you please be kind enough to fill in my place?" she asked sweetly looking at me with puppy dog eyes.
I bit my under lip. I don't like to attend launches hosted by Kat Von D, because it's all so fancy and filled with celebrities and billionaires. It's not my style at all.
"I-I don't know, can't you send Claire?"
Ximena's eyes widened when I mentioned Claire's name.
"Oh goodness, no, have you seen her? Her makeup is terrifying and horrible. No honey, no, please Jill, for once?" she pleaded.
I let out a heavy sigh. It's not like I have a choice. "Just because you're such a nice boss to me, where and when?"
Ximena's eyes lit up. "Thank you, thank you so much! You're a doll." she squealed happily. “And bytheway I'm not only your boss. I'm your best friend.”
"Here." she handed me a gold brown manila envelope. "This is the invitation card, you should bring this with you, the address and time is also written in it."
I took the envelope and opened it. GoldBar, 389 Broome St, New York, NY 10013. 8:00 PM.
"Wow her launch will be held in a nightclub?" I asked surprised. The envelope felt so soft and fancy.
Ximena nodded her head. "Yes, but a really fancy one. I bet Kendall Jenner and Gigi Hadid will be there."
"Dammit, now I have to look for a dress for tonight." I mumbled putting the invitation card back in the envelope.
"Don't worry, I will send my personal stylist to your apartment at six, he will bring some clothes and shoes for you." Ximena said excitedly. "Thank you once again Jill." Ximena walked around my desk and hugged me tightly. "Blake and I will love you forever, oh and did I tell you he will bring me to Paris tonight?"
I chuckled and shook my head. Despite how much I love Ximena, she gets way too spoiled by Blake. Who goes on a date all the way to Paris? Blake and Ximena of course.
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I let out a frustrated groan. I had to leave in an hour to Kat Von D's launch party and I was still sitting in my peignoir in front of my Vanity table. Reina on the other hand was in heaven.
"Ah, sparkles, glitter...This is heaven!" Reina sighed dreamily as she hugged a red sparkly dress.
Chase, Ximena's stylist, gave her a weird look. He came an hour ago with a bunch of clothes, shoes, and makeup. He asked me what I wanted to wear. I scanned the dresses and nothing was close to what I had in mind. They were all either too revealing, too sparkly or too short.
"Have you already made your choice?" Chase asked as he looked wearily around.
"Do you have any suggestions?" I asked him for the nth time.
He sighed heavily. "The black one perhaps?" he suggested. He suggested the black one three times already, but I already said no. The black one is a huge no.
"Goodness no, that dress looks hideous. It has so many feathers; people will think I'm a peacock."
"The blue one is also---,"
"I made up my mind, I will wear Elie Saab."
"That was my first suggestion!" Chase exclaimed, as he picked a black sparkly dress from my bed.
"Well Chase, It's not that I have any other choice. The other dresses are just not my style." I slipped on the dress and it fitted me like a glove. It was a sparkly black lace mermaid dress with a slit and a deep cleavage in the front. It hugged my hips firmly that I'm so afraid to sit down in case it would tear apart.
"Chase, it's really tight around my hips." I complained.
"Don't worry; It will not tear apart if that's what you're afraid of."
"It better not."
"These dresses are supposed to be that tight. Now go sit down, I still need to do your hair and makeup." He pulled my hair out of my ponytail and started to brush it out.
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"Stunning. Beautiful. Magnificent!" Chase hushed as he spun me around three times.
"Holy mama!" Reina squealed. "You're going to take the spotlight from Kat Von D herself."
I laughed. "I don't think so, but thanks for the compliments." I walked to the life size mirror in the corner of my room and couldn't help but let out a gasp when I saw my reflection. My hair was half up and half down. Chase curled the bottom parts of my hair that hung flowy on my shoulders. My makeup was done stunning. He managed to make my short eyelashes twice longer than it actually is.
"Now it's time for these shiny babies." I turned around to see what Chase meant with 'shiny babies.'
"Hell no!" I called out looking at a pair of sparkly five inch heels.
"You don't have a choice." Reina said in a matter of fact tone. "If you don't wear it, you will trip on your dress."
I rather trip on my dress barefooted than in a pair of five inch heels. "No, guys please. Let me wear flats, no one will see it anyways."
"No,no,no, I will not let you wear that beautiful gown of Elie Saab with flats honey. I don't want to degrade my friend like that." Chase shook his head.
I glared at him.
"Time is not waiting for you Jill." he said looking at his Rolex and tapping impatiently with his shoes on my carpet.
"Give me those goddamn shoes."
Chase smirked and threw the shoes at me. He and Reina then went out of my room. I slip the shoes on, grabbed my purse, and walked to the living room were Chase and Reina were now waiting for me.
"You look like a model best friend!" Reina squealed excitedly when I entered the living room. "Go get yourself a man boo!"
"Reina I'm going to a launch party not a club."
"I don't care; go get yourself a sugar daddy! I heard Kat Von D has a lot of billionaire friends. Maybe you can hook up with one of them. That would be so hot."
"Well that's true, but honey I'm just going for the launch of her lipsticks not for her friends."
"Ladies you can chitchat later, Jill you're already five minutes late to the party!" Chase said, interrupting the conversation me and Reina had.
"It's called fashionably late, Chase!" Reina said sassily.
Because I knew this meant taking another step for Clint and me.A step I felt we’d both been ready for.“You want to rehearse?”I peeked over at Michael. “What?”He snickered. “Rehearse. You know, what you’re going to say to him tonight.”I shrugged. “Nah. I’m good. I usually wing it with stuff like this.”“You’re going to wing it when it comes to telling Clint how you feel for the very first time>”“I mean, I usually wing it with my English speeches and I do just fine with those.”He paused. “You didn’t plan out that speech you gave last year?”I shook my head. “Nope.”“That massive speech you gave on 1984 sort of applying today.”“Are you not hearing me right? Clean out your ears, Michael.”He chuckled. “Holy shit, you’re amazing. You know that?”I smiled. “And I hope that’s one of Clint’s many reactions tonight.”“If it isn’t, I’ll kick his ass for you.”“Michael!”“What? Come on, Rae. I see how happy he makes you. I see how much this boy means to you. And if he doesn't love you o
And I decided she would be. If she knew what was happening right now, she’d be proud. Possibly screaming at me like Cecilia currently was. But she’d be proud after the fact.Not today, Dad. You’re done with this shit today.The only thing I processed was the smell of alcohol. The only thing I felt was my father’s storm unleashing against me. He held so much anger within him. He had such fury in his fists. The only thing I saw were his angry eyes coming at me as I shoved him in his chest, listening as Cecilia screamed in the background.“Stop it! I’m calling the police if you don’t cut it out right now!”Her voice faded away. Fell into the background as I moved and ducked my father. Whatever this storm brewed from, I wasn’t going to be my father’s punching bag any longer. If he wanted a fight, a fight is what he’d get. And I’d make sure to repay him for every fist that ever connected with my face. I’d repay him for every bruise he ever wrung around my neck. I’d repay him for every knee
I felt myself blush. “Okay, yes. We are officially together. So, yeah. We’re going to prom together.”“You still don’t sound too sure of that. Is everything going okay with his recuperation?”I shrugged. “I mean, he’s always struggling with his dad. Which I’m sure is affecting his recuperation efforts. But he’s okay. Far as I can tell.”“I’d like to get his dad in a room for a few minutes.”I scoffed. “Wouldn't we all.”“So, how are the two of you? You know, now that he’s on the mend?”I felt myself blush deeper. “I guess we’re good.”“You guess, huh?”“You’re a dick, you know that?”He chuckled. “Maybe a bit. Can I ask you something, though?”“Of course. I mean, you have to spit it out soon because I only have one more minute, but—”“Do you love him?”The question didn’t catch me as off-guard as I figured it would. In fact, it was easy to answer. I bit down onto the inside of my cheek as I turned to face Michael. And with a nod of my head, I answered his question.“Yeah. I really thi
I stopped for one last breather a couple of blocks away from my house. I watched it looming in the distance, sparkling underneath the harshness of the sun. Sweat dripped down my back as I sighed. I watched the off-colored white glisten against the deep red shutters of the house. During the entirety of my childhood, I remembered that house in three distinct ways. Three different sets of colors that all popped more than the houses around it. Maybe it was the fresh coats of paint put on it every year that kept the house lively. Maybe it was the fact that it was the biggest house on the block. Or, maybe, it was the fact that we had the only house with a wrap-around porch as well as a wrought iron front gate that was barely utilized.Either way, it stood out.I picked up the pace. I went from standing still to walking. To speed walking. To jogging. I burst into a sprint, pumping air through my lungs and feeling them expand into my back. I felt the last pangs from my ribcage fall free, rele
“What? I mean, seriously. Come on. Your dad can’t actually think any of this was your fault. They almost killed you. They were drunk, from what I could gather from that night. They should be rotting away in jail. Or juvie. Or something.”I shrugged. “My father pretty much showed his ass in that office. Said things like I needed to be focusing on school instead of chasing down four guys I’d provoked.”Aly’s jaw dropped open. “What!?”“He also said I’d been a problem child my whole life. Essentially tried to paint me as some bad boy trying to get the one-up on someone before they got the one-up on me. He told the lawyer that he didn’t see those boys pressing assault charges on me when I started the fight. So why should I press attempted murder charges on them simply because they were seeking out revenge like most young boys do?”Mike’s face turned red. “Is it always like this with your father?”I sighed. “I mean, let’s just say I’ve talked a big game in the past with bruises I’ve come t
I snickered. “Which is apparently not very good. I know something’s wrong. Do you want to talk about it?”Clint dropped his bag. “Just—that shit with the lawyer yesterday.”I nodded. “What happened?”He leaned against the brick wall of the school. “Dad’s back in town.”“Oh, no.”“Oh, yeah. I told Cecilia time and time again not to tell Dad about the fucking lawyer. And of course, she didn’t listen. She’s awesome, but she never fucking listens. It’s like she thinks Dad’s actually gonna be this decent-as-fuck person one of these days. Then she gets shocked and hurt and scared when he loses his shit. She’s been married to him for four years! The fuck is she thinking!?”I placed my hands against his chest. “Deep breaths. Come on, take them with me. There we go.”I walked Clint through some even breathing. He was shaking against my hands, and I needed him to settle down. That explained everything. With his father back in town, shit always popped off. I smoothed my hands over his torso, try