"Everyone else is sleeping, JQ was out since yesterday, how are you feeling?"
"So much better, I think I'm going to walk to work today, I have to practice walking in those heels."
"Remember what we talked about."
"Yeah Roman, I heard you." Although I thought that the entire conversation was a hallucination. I started to feel bad all over again, I hated that Dom didn't like me. I was the kind of person who, although I never got close to anyone, I really, really, REALLY, wanted those around me to like me. It's stupid, I guess it comes from me always wanting to please my mother and failing, I guess I wanted somebody to appreciate me for who I am and what I accomplish. It's stupid, I know.
"What are you thinking?"
I shrugged. "That I'm not surprised." I replied and sighed as I cracked two eggs into a frying pan. Roman looked like he was about to ask me to explain and I held up a hand to let him know that I wasn't in a talking mood.
When my eggs were done I slapped them between two slices of bread and took a seat in front of the television. Guiliana Rancic was delivering the latest dirt on our favorite celebrities, we only watched E! News in this house, celebrity hi-jinks were funnier than an earthquake in Haiti. It's never cute when babies die. I took a bite of my sandwich, there wasn't anything exciting, Kanye West mouthed off to somebody again, he is arrogant as hell. Justin Bieber was having some more growing pains, surprise, surprise. Lindsay Lohan was arrested again, something we've come to expect. Flow has a new leading lady, he has a new one every week.
"What the fuck!" I shouted when a picture flashed across the screen, "Oh my God!"
There was that picture of the opened limo door and me propped up on Flow's lap with his hand up under my tight skirt, that was right before JQ came and got me.
"Holy shit..." Roman leaned over the top of the couch. "Good thing you were sucking on the side of his neck that's away from the camera."
I looked down at the sandwich I'd bitten, I'd lost my appetite. I still had an hour before it was time for me to get dressed and head out. I was hoping one of the girls could straighten my hair and help me with my makeup.
"I don't believe this." I scratched my head and started pacing the living room. This was my first week in the city, what got into me? The alcohol, duh. Roman started to say something, I shook my head cutting him off and ran back upstairs to our bedroom. I had to get out of this house. I pulled off my tank and sweats and replaced them with a white blouse and black high-waist skirt. I grabbed my pumps and skittered downstairs to the powder room. Roman sat beside me while I struggled to do a brown smokey eye and dab on red lipstick. Roman wiped away the lipstick smears.
"I shouldn't have let you alone with her, the other girls are in denial just like you."
"I don't need to be babysat."
"Obviously you do." He patted my head, "I'll walk with you."
"No, it's cool." I told him, grabbed my Chanel bag. The office was open from seven o'clock so I would be able to get inside. I waved to the two big guys who always seemed to be at work on my way out the door. It was a chilly New York morning, maybe it was going to rain later. I walked slowly, people bustled past me, most were rushing to work but there were a couple of women taking the walk of shame, still in their skimpy outfits from last night, mascara running down their faces and their hair badly tousled. In a way I was taking a walk of shame myself. I was embarrassed at my behavior, dry humping a man was out of character for me, being drunk at all was out of character for me. And now the media was all over the story of one of Flow's mystery woman. I wondered what he his thoughts were on the situation, would he go on television and say that I was just another wild groupie, would he lie to make himself seem like more of a man and tell his friends that he had me every way possible? I groaned and tossed my bed back in time to receive a big, cold raindrop on my nose.
Security let me in to Kandy Shoppe, I caught the elevator up to my the marketing floor and sat in my tiny cubicle. I had gotten nothing done last week buy my nerves gave me the boost I needed. I had gotten three sketches for a potential bottle done and even came up with a name, after this crazy weekend, Lust would be ideal. It encompassed everything this product stood for, sex, promiscuity, love, desire...there was another good idea for a name, Desire. I penciled in the names on the sketches and booted up my computer.
"Good morning Ms. James." Stone's cool voice said around eight-thirty. He picked up my sketch without my permission and mumbled to himself. "This is nice."
"I'm going to add some color right now." I told him before he could ask. I loved graphical art, creating something on a blank piece of paper and watching it become lifelike.
"You really made a scene on the weekend." He said and I shuddered. "I'm feeling the new look."
"Is that a compliment?"
"Uh oh, someone's getting catty." I looked up at him in time to see him smirk and my heart skipped a beat. No! The last thing I need is to have these feelings for my tyrant of a supervisor. I had to admit though, I do like a man who can take control. Oh my God! Get it together Brooklyn.
"Since you're nearly done with this you can help me plan an event. As soon as I'm done getting the details from Braxton I'll fill you in." He gave me another one of those sexy smirks before disappearing out of my cubicle.
I stared at the naked guy on my screen, this is the most drama I'd during the entire twenty-two year course of my existence and I was having mixed feelings.
"Bring it on NYC." I mumbled to my naked guy and I swear to God he smiled back at me!
"I don't believe this." I scratched my head and started pacing the living room. This was my first week in the city, what got into me? The alcohol, duh. Roman started to say something, I shook my head cutting him off and ran back upstairs to our bedroom. I had to get out of this house. I pulled off my tank and sweats and replaced them with a white blouse and black high-waist skirt. I grabbed my pumps and skittered downstairs to the powder room. Roman sat beside me while I struggled to do a brown smokey eye and dab on red lipstick. Roman wiped away the lipstick smears.
"I shouldn't have let you alone with her, the other girls are in denial just like you."
"I don't need to be babysat."
"Obviously you do." He patted my head, "I'll walk with you."
"No, it's cool." I told him, grabbed my Chanel bag. The office was open from seven o'clock so I would be able to get inside. I waved to the two big guys who always seemed to be at work on my way out the door. It was a chilly New York morning, maybe it was going to rain later. I walked slowly, people bustled past me, most were rushing to work but there were a couple of women taking the walk of shame, still in their skimpy outfits from last night, mascara running down their faces and their hair badly tousled. In a way I was taking a walk of shame myself. I was embarrassed at my behavior, dry humping a man was out of character for me, being drunk at all was out of character for me. And now the media was all over the story of one of Flow's mystery woman. I wondered what he his thoughts were on the situation, would he go on television and say that I was just another wild groupie, would he lie to make himself seem like more of a man and tell his friends that he had me every way possible? I groaned and tossed my bed back in time to receive a big, cold raindrop on my nose.
Security let me in to Kandy Shoppe, I caught the elevator up to my the marketing floor and sat in my tiny cubicle. I had gotten nothing done last week buy my nerves gave me the boost I needed. I had gotten three sketches for a potential bottle done and even came up with a name, after this crazy weekend, Lust would be ideal. It encompassed everything this product stood for, sex, promiscuity, love, desire...there was another good idea for a name, Desire. I penciled in the names on the sketches and booted up my computer.
"Good morning Ms. James." Stone's cool voice said around eight-thirty. He picked up my sketch without my permission and mumbled to himself. "This is nice."
"I'm going to add some color right now." I told him before he could ask. I loved graphical art, creating something on a blank piece of paper and watching it become lifelike.
"You really made a scene on the weekend." He said and I shuddered. "I'm feeling the new look."
"Is that a compliment?"
"Uh oh, someone's getting catty." I looked up at him in time to see him smirk and my heart skipped a beat. No! The last thing I need is to have these feelings for my tyrant of a supervisor. I had to admit though, I do like a man who can take control. Oh my God! Get it together Brooklyn.
"Since you're nearly done with this you can help me plan an event. As soon as I'm done getting the details from Braxton I'll fill you in." He gave me another one of those sexy smirks before disappearing out of my cubicle.
I stared at the naked guy on my screen, this is the most drama I'd during the entire twenty-two year course of my existence and I was having mixed feelings.
"Bring it on NYC." I mumbled to my naked guy and I swear to God he smiled back at me!
Uh oh! This ain't looking good! :|
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