The Devil Loves In Prada.- Peryl

Early

7 A.M

Miranda groaned and reached out to turn the alarm off in her phone. Every day for the past 13 pulverizing years the alarm sounded on cue. In those 13 years only twice had she been late and never had she called in sick.

Well except when she catched a horrible case of the flu. But even then she worked from home. Being head of a successful and thriving magazine-such as Runway- equaled time and dedication . And that was all Miranda gave.

She stood from bead heading over to her mirror. She noticed her short silver hair a mess from last night's endless sleep.

Somethi- no- someone was in her mind. She smiled just to the thought of it.

She ran her long black fingernails through her hair and tried to flatten it. As she began to brush her teeth, she set the water in her shower as hot as she could take it.

The water began to fall to the floor with a splash sound. She peeked her hand in making sure it was just the right temperature.

She rinsed her mouth off and took of the slip and panties she wore from last night. Soon stepping into the shower. Instantly the hot water drenched her hair and body.

.......

"Size 1! Can you believe it! I've gone down two sizes in just a month!" Emily said in her thick- British accent.

"I'm sure it's because all you eat is cheese cubes and water."

"Shut up, Andrea. That is my special diet. Nobody can know about it, next thing you know every Victoria Secret model is doing it. AND I'm not receiving any credit."

"I'm pretty sure that is very unhealthy." Another British accent was heard. This time not from Emily. But a strong, black haired and blue eyed man.

"Well.....if you say so." Emily quickly softened her tone. Andrea rolled her eyes before finally giving a smile in.

Emily rounded her desk and walked over to the mysterious man holding a bouquet of roses.

"You are much very handsome to be a delivery man."

"Well you do what you have to do for money." He smiled making Emily's knees weak. She hit his chest and laughed.

"I'm actually not here for a delivery, I'm looking for......"

"Oh My God! Are you a model. Because if you aren't you will be hired very soon." Sean came in walking directly to the British man.

"I am actually not a model either." He laughed, funny that he had been called something he wasn't twice now.

"Then who are you? Wait don't tell me. Did Richard send you. He owned me a surprise. Are you my private stripper?" Sean questioned.

Emily gasped and stepped forward again." What makes you think he's gay?"

"His hair is very silky. No straight men puts so much attention to his hair."

"How would you know, your bald?" Emily added. Andrea snorted from the back as she cracked a laugh, having heard the entire conversation from the back of her desk.

"Can someone tell me what is happening here?" Miranda's strong voice was heard over Sean's and Emily's fighting.

Emily quickly ran to her desk, quickly acting as if she was working. Sean didn't seem to care Miranda had arrived and touched the British man's arm.

"Jesus! These arms!" He whispered.

Miranda flushed pink before stepping forward. She eyed Brando and then Sean.

"Sean has the cover for this month been finished? Because if it hasn't, I don't understand your presence in this floor. And Emily, you just got promoted, do you really have time to chat instead of moving your personal things to your new office."

"I should hurry. I'm sorry Miranda." Emily said in a low tone.

Sean let go of Brandon's arm and headed out, giving him one last cheeky smile.

Miranda stood looking at Brando. She pointed to her office before walking there on her own.

Brando followed with a huge smirk upon his lips. He was enjoying Elias-Clark much more than Calvin Klein.

Miranda stopped for a moment in the desk where Emily was currently packing her stuff and set her coat and purse down. She squinted her eyes as she noticed Emily's eyes straight on Brando.

She cleared her throat and caught Emily's eye. Her smile quickly wipped away and she was packing again.

Brando smirked at Miranda's jealousy, he had seen it a couple of times now.

2 months and 1 week they had been seeing each other.

They had gone on dates and went to each other's places a couple of times. And every monday, without doubt he would send her a bouquet of roses. It seemed this week he had wanted to deliver them directly.

The first time Brando Segal had caught Miranda's undeniable jealousy had been in their third date. When they had gone out to Rosal's , a very romantic and beautiful restaurant. The waiter, a blonde, very curvy and young waitress had been much too friendly with him.

It started with a hostile tone to her cheeks flushing red but not of happiness but pure anger. He of course didn't flirt back but had requested for a male waiter.

The second time being at a wine tasting event they had gone together just a  week ago. That time being a very beautiful model, Paloma.

She hated that all these beautiful young woman where attracted to him. And it somehow made her insecure. She was blonde, whit blue eyes and a beautiful figure but not exactly 20.

If she could only see herself in his eyes.

"What are you doing here? I though we would meet at your house tomorrow." Miranda stated as she closed her office door, trying to be as normal as possible.

"I wanted to deliver your roses. This time personally. I have a question, Is my hair really that silky?"

"No...Don't listen to Sean. He doesn't have his mind set up right. Any man wearing pink for him is gay."

"Noted." Brando whispered. He forgot about the hair for a moment and leaned in on Miranda.

She smiled and quickly cupped his face, kissing him slowly. He kissed her back wrapping his free hand around her waist. She moaned lowly and kissed back with more fervor.

Brando stepped back and smiled before kissing her fore head." Truth is I couldn't wait to see you until tomorrow night. And these flowers are my perfect excuse."

"Well Mr. Segal, that was very well planned. And the flowers are beautiful as always. But they are white this time."

"I know. I thought we could use a change. " Brando looked back through the glass and pointed at Emily directly."Your staff is very......."

"Nosy?"

"I would say interesting. But Sean is sure a character."

Miranda chuckled. He loved making her laugh, it fulfilled his fantasies beyond expectations. And he knew there were more to come.

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Sorry for the delay. I am so sorry. But here it finally is. I hope you liked it and please vote and comment. Any suggestions would really help me.❣💋🌹