Trouble in Paradise.

3. Strangers.

Chapter 3: Strangers.

"We can't do that." I say, slamming my hand on my table.

"Ma'am, if we don't tear the first two levels down the building is going to collapse in three years tops." Greg, the head of the engineering department, tells me.

"I can't do that. I've put too much money in this building to sink another three million dollars in it. The answer is no." I tell him, leaning in my seat.

"I understand that you're very upset. Maybe it might be that time of the month but-" He says and I scoff.

"I'll have you know that I don't have to be on my period to be irritated by your disgusting behavior. And your sexism isn't helping. You're not getting three million, get out of my office." I say cutting him off.

He gets up and leaves my office.

Fucking dick.

"What just happened in here? I saw Greg Manilow leaving your office looking pissed off." Naya says as she walks into my office. She is wearing a tight black gown and I have to say, she looks so good.

"Greg was being a dick, so I refused to give him any more of my money." I say, shrugging.

"I know he can be stupid at times, but you have to look past his behavior. This project is already six months overdue. Just let them do what they think is best. They're the professionals." She tells me.

"It's my money, my company. I decided what's best." I retort. "I don't even want to have this conversation right now, I have other things on my mind." I tell her.

"What else could be bothering you today?" Naya asks me, rolling her eyes.

"Aaron Wang wants to meet up again." I tell her and she opens her mouth in shock. She sits on the chair across from me.

"No way. I thought that dinner you guys had in Paris was a one time thing?" She asks me.

"It was, but now he wants to go on an actual date. I don't want the blogs getting wind of that, but that won't be possible since the paps follow me everywhere." I say, running my finger through my brown curls.

"Screw them. Who gives a fuck? The pictures they take of you are literally paying their bills. Let them take pictures." She says, folding her arms.

"But I feel bad. Like, I'm cheating on Andrè." I tell her.

"I thought you guys weren't exclusive." She says, raising an eyebrow at me.

"We aren't." I reply.

"Then go on this date and enjoy yourself. Aaron Wang is every girl's dream guy right now. He is rich, polite and my God...that body." She says, biting her lip.

"You're something else." I tell her, laughing.

***

Fastening my white corset, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. The white dress I have on is very short. I pair it with white knee-high boots. I grab my purse before I head out the door.

Andrè is standing outside the door and I walk past him, not saying a word. He doesn't try talking to me, he knows where I'm going tonight and he's been giving me the silent treatment. We are not a couple, so I don't know why his little feelings are hurt. He closes the door after I get in and gets in the driver seat.

Thirty minutes later, he parks the car in front of the restaurant. I get out of the car before he can open the door for me.

"You have the night off." I tell him before I walk into the restaurant.