The Millionaire and Her Lover

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

ELLIE

I feel Lindsay watching me as I panic. My job interview is in an hour. I do not know what to wear. My mom left yesterday so we are in my room so it's easier for me to go there to my closet.

I should have done this yesterday, god the universe just hates me today. FIrst I wake up late and now I can't even find something appropriate to wear. 

I should have set the alarm again, and put it further than right next to the bed. Like stupid me. Of course I would be the one to fucking turn it off in my sleep. Thankfully Lindsay woke up, saw the time and than woke me up. 

"Okay how about this one, no, you can see my bra," I say looking at myself in the body mirror. Lindsay just laughs.

He stands up and grabs my shoulders making me stop and look at him. "Take a deep breath, Ellie, you going to do fine, they will love you," Lindsay says and I nod.

I hope they like me there, I mean he already accepted me, he just wanted to meet me in person and give me my uniform, my schedule and a tour before I started working. 

Looking at myself in the mirror again. dressed in a dark grey high-waisted sinched and a white dress shirt. This is nice but a little too much for an interview at a car shop. Why was this even an option?

I start unbuttoning my shirt. Putting it back on the hanger, pulling the pants down, I bend down to pick them up. Casuing Lindsay slaps my ass. Look at him when I stand back up.

"Okay so, I think I have a better outfit," I say as I put the pants back on the hanger. When I put both articles of clothing back in the closet I scan through the closet and I notice something in my closet.

My red jacket.

Bending down I pick it up. It needs to be repaired since that night. I miss wearing it. I've had it since I was like fifteen years old. I've grown used to wearing it. Now that I can't wear it, it feels weird.

I mean, my dad gave me this jacket. He was always my favourite parents, even though he was quite a shitty parent. He was still fun to be around at times. Mom was around but always on the found or doing something. 

Lindsay's arms wrap around my waist. Kissing my cheek I smile. I place my jacket back onto the box. I'll get it fixed one day. 

In New York I would have already had this fixed. I know a guy who fixes it for me, this jacket as been through hell and back with me. Here, I don't know anyone who could fix it. I'll have to really search. I don't want to just give this jacket to anyone. 

Patting Lindsays arms he lets go, I scan my closet again and I think I have found a winner. 

"Okay so what I'm thinking is like a pair of white jeans and that crossed black crop top, you look completely lost," I say when I look at Lindsay and he looks completely lost. He wraps his arms around me again pulling me him.

This man is always horny, not that I mind or anything. He's just always horny. "If you don't hurry up and get dressed, you might not make it to your interview," Lindsay says and I look up at him. Pressing my ass into him.

"Too bad, we both could have gotten our way," I say before unwrapping his arms and going back to searching my closet.

Pulling out my white jeans and the top I put them on as Lindsay sits on the bed watching me get ready. Good thing I have so many clothes. I should go through my clothing later so I can donate some of it.

I don't wear some of this anymore. There is probably people out there who would were this clothing. 

Standing in front of the mirror I like the outfit. I grab an elastic and I tie half of my hair up into a messy bun, leaving a few pieces out in the front.