It's just me and you

Chapter 4- Cater in Red

Y/N's POV

I wake up to my phone's alarm ringing. The alarm is unbearably annoying. I groan and pull it out of my pocket in order to disable it. God that sound traumatizes me every time.

I see that it's 10:00am and I have 2 missed calls from my father. I fix my car seat upwards and can't help but wince at my throbbing headache.

I reach over to my dashboard unlocking it and grabbing my bottle of Advil. I take 2 pills and chug it with some left over water that I had in my cup holder. Hopefully that eases some pain.

I look at myself through the rear view mirror. I look like I've been in a fight with raccoons, and lost. My cut looks alright, definitely better than last night.

I unlock my phone and return my fathers call.

"Hey dad what's up."

"Hey sweetie, how are you?"

"I'm good just a bad headache."

"What did I tell you about drinking too much?"

"How did you-"

"I was your age once, take some Advil."

"Yeah, I already did."

"Okay good, you're coming over tonight."

"What? I mean don't get me wrong you know I love father daughter time but-"

"It's not up for discussion, wear something nice, love you sweetie, take care, bye."

I sigh and turn off my phone. Whenever my father tells me to wear something nice it means he's having a business party. Which means he's celebrating an achievement of some kind. I'm proud of him, of course. I just hate the parties, they're filled with prestigious douche bags that only care about themselves. They're wives however are always a bonus. They love talking to me, what can I say I'm a charmer.

I turn on my ignition and drive home.

After a long elevator ride I'm finally at my penthouse. I walk over to my couch and plop myself down to it. I didn't sleep well last night so I'm going to take a small power nap.

I wake up and check the time, it's 6:30pm. Shit shit shit. My fathers parties always start at 9:00pm. Which gives me a little over two hours to get ready. I quickly head over to my bathroom, turning the water on. I then head over to my record player and choose the song "Can't Take My Eyes off You" by Frankie Valli. My father use to play this song for my mother all the time and when they were happy they would dance to this song. I miss those days.

After my shower i get myself ready. I choose this all black suit designed by prada. I then throw on my plain Rolex watch that my father gifted me. Now I know it sounds like I'm a stuck up rich kid that gets daddy's money but that's besides the point. Over summer I work as his assistant because he wants me to take over some day. I earn the money I can by doing just as much work as him if not more.

I look at myself in the mirror and I'm happy with the way I cleaned myself up. The cut is still pretty visible but I don't want to put a band aid over it, so I'll just let It breathe.

I grab my keys and head out.

By the time I arrive at my fathers mansion, there's already a bunch of people making their way in and parking their cars. I park my car and walk up the stairs. I'm greeted by my fathers butler, Alfred. He's like a second father to me, he took care of me while my father worked and I'll forever be grateful to him.

He smiles and pulls his hand out for me to shake. I neglect his handshake and pull him into a hug.

"I missed you" I said breaking the hug.