Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 - 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚄𝚙

I gently placed my hands onto the counter and stared to the woman ahead of me.

"Name?" She gently asked, more annoyed with my presence.

"Uh, (Y/N) (L/N)." I spoke softly. She stared at me for a moment longer before typing away on her keyboard. Her eyes filtered through the names quickly before she readjusted her glasses on her face, "Your name isn't on the list. What are you here for?"

"I have an interview? For a job?" I pulled out my phone and opened up the email, "It says right here that-"

"Honey, I don't need to see your phone." She scoffed, "I can look at you and tell that you don't belong here. I mean, look at the rest of us! So, do yourself a favor, and get lost. The homeless shelter is down the street, on the right."

"Look lady." I slammed my hand down onto the counter and balled up my fists, "I'm here for a job interview! I was especially asked by the owner of this building to come and work here, so can you please tell me where I need to go?!"

"I'm done with this mess." She rolled her eyes and pulled out her walkie-talkie, then pressing the black button on the side, "I need security down in the lobby, ASAP."

"Excuse me!" I scoffed, "I was told-" Two fairly large men made their way to me, scooping me up in their hands and one of them tossing me over their shoulder.

"Go drop her off at the homeless shelter." The lady laughed, "I think she's a little drunk too."

I smacked my fists into their backs as I tried to get them to release me. Their grip was forming bruises around my waist and wrists.

"Wait right there!" A familiar voice called. Everyone in the lobby stood still, watching the person charge toward us.

"Damien!" I gasped, more excited than I should've been, "Damien! Tell them to let me go!"

Damien snapped his fingers and the men released me, then returning back to where they came from. I smoothed out my dress and tried to straighten out my hair before turning back to Damien, anger in my eyes.

"What the hell is going on out here?" He growled, "This is a professional establishment. We don't kick people out!" He yelled, "And we certainly don't carry them like that, now do we?"

"Sir, she claims to have an interview with you." The lady rolled her eyes, "Which is absolutely crazy! Do you see the way she's dressed!?"

"She does have an interview with me." Damien smoothed back his hair and turned the computer screen towards us, "It says that right there."

"What!" She gasped, "It wasn't there a moment ago! I swear!"

"Maybe if you actually did your job, Pam, you would've seen that. I think it's time for you to go on break, okay? Let Lixian step in for a moment." Damien then placed a hand behind my back and guided me to the elevator doors. He sighed, pressing a button on the pad and watched the doors shut.

"I'm so sorry about that, Miss (L/N). Pam normally doesn't act like this. Maybe I scheduled too many consecutive nights with her..." I smiled gently at him and folded my arms behind my back. I still didn't like her... Damien slicked his hair back and tightened up his suit one more time before the elevator doors dinged, and slid open again. I followed closely behind him as we traveled down a long hallway, finally ending up at double-doors.

"This is my office." He smiled, "You will be working in here most of the time. Either running papers, or sitting in on meetings. Understood?"

I nodded again. He opened the door and gestured for me to go in, then shutting it quietly behind us. In the main room, there was a desk and a couple of chairs. A laptop sat in the middle of it, surrounded my papers and folders. That was probably his desk. On the left side of the room, there was a bar. There were stools, and a tiny refrigerator sat behind the large bar. Glasses hung from the ceiling in a black rack. On the other side was a long conference table with many chairs slid under them. Twenty people could sit there -not counting Damien himself.

Damien then pulled out a glass of wine from the tiny fridge, then grabbing two glasses from the overhanging rack. He then placed them down on the desk and poured the red liquid into the glasses, "Sit, (Y/N)! Please." I awkwardly sat in the chair to the left in front of the desk.

"So, have you ever worked in a business building before?" Damien asked before sipping on the alcohol.

"Uh, no." I stuttered, embarrassed, "No, I've only really worked in the food industry. Or other types of service..." I trailed off.

He smiled softly and grabbed a stack of papers on his desk and straightened them out, "Alright, well, I have browsed through your resume, and I have contacted your past employers, and they all have said that you're a very determined worker."

"I have nothing else to do but work, Damien." I giggled, "I can barely afford gas on most days."

"Well this job has tons of benefits, so you shouldn't worry as much anymore-"

"Mr. Fischbach?" A man called from the office door, "The clients from Japan are here to speak with you?"

"Ah, yes." Damien then stood and straightened out his suit, "Send them in at five, alright?"

The man then disappeared behind the closed door.

"Where do you need me?" I asked softly.

He traced his eyes up and down my body for a moment, a slight face of disgust, "Why don't you go into town and buy yourself some clothes? Here-" Damien dug through the cabinet and pulled out a solid black card, "Use the company card. Don't worry about the prices or anything like that, Financial Support will handle that. Go get some shoes and all that."

"Oh, alright..." I sighed, ashamed, "And I didn't pick out these clothes. They were already in my apartment complex."

"I know." He opened the door and pushed me out, "Afterwards, just head home."

"Uh, thank you for the job, Mr. Fischbach." I smiled softly. He gently grasped my hand, squeezing it gently before he shut the door.

I slipped of my black heels and through them next to the front door. Everything hurt so bad. I flopped onto the couch and slowly peeled the tights away from legs and unclasped the hook on my skirt and pulled that off as-well. I've never been so exhausted in my life. And I didn't even do anything today, except shopping. It didn't take long before I had to stand up again and start to hang up my brand new clothes. I even got some everyday clothes...hopefully that was okay. Now I just needed to find something to eat. I hadn't done any shopping since I've been here -honestly, I don't have the money to get food at the moment. Maybe I could make it through the night and just get something out of the break room, or Damien's office.

I sighed, I was pretty hungry. I held my belly and opened my dresser, pulling out pajamas that I could slip into after my shower. Then my phone rang.

Damien...

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey!" I heard Damien smile from over the phone, "I know it's pretty late, but I was wondering if you wanted to go out with the company tonight? We're celebrating your arrival. We do it with everyone, but they use it as a chance to get free food." He explained, "I'll come get you, and you don't have to wear anything fancy?"

"Uh, sure. Yeah, I'll be ready in ten. Thank you." I ended the call and sighed. I was a little more upset that I would have to get back into clothes instead of staying home. But it's free food, and that's alright with me. I decided that I was going to wear my new clothes -just some overalls and a nice pastel undershirt. I shoved my feet into my grey converses and grabbed my purse and keys. Hopefully it was over quick. I opened the door, and Damien's hand was just forming a fist to knock on the door.

"Oh, hey." He chuckled, the stuffing his hands into his blue jeans, then pointing behind him, "Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, let me just lock up real fast." I quickly stepped out and shut the door behind me, then shoving the key into the knob. I jiggled it just to make sure that I was locked. I then turned around to face him, smiling, "Let's go."