grayson's empire

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"darling everything alright" bentley asks hearing my sobs as i walk in. i run to my room and lock my door. continuously sobbing. 

"ele, open the door please" i hear mel talking. "angelface please let us in" and benji. clearly. i ignore them all and lay down in bed. in my clothes and cry myself to sleep. 

i wake up. shit fuck i'm 15 minutes late. i rush to my bathroom and do my hair and brush my teeth. "here's coffee, i'll take you there" bentley says handing me a cup of coffee. "and here's some make up wipes, let's go" he says holding my hand. on our way i clean my face. all the mascara and eyeliner stains. there's just no easy way to get rid of my bloodshot eyes. i thank bentley and head inside. getting dickhead a black coffee. getting a special caramel latte macchiato, my big fat juicy ass. i place it on his desk and walk to my office. sending him the schedule for today on email. the whole day i wear my glasses cause i can't see properly

"Ms Vienna, a word" i hear his voice. i could kill him. i walk into his office.  "what" i ask him. "no caramel coffee?" i scoff and walk out back into my office to find a big bouquet of roses. with a handwritten note. a handwriting i know all to well. 

i'm sorry Eleanor

i take the note and throw it away, heading over to lydia's desk. she loves colorful flowers. "who are they from" i shrug and head back to work. i hear a soft knock on my door. and see my 2 close friends. "hey angelface" benji says. i shoot him a smile.  "what'sup" i ask them. they sit down opposite of me. and just watch me as i continue working. they talk a little and end up asking me to come get lunch. "not that hungry" is my excuse not to get out of this office.

after hours upon hours i get home i kick off my shoes and sit on the couch. bentley is still working. i hear a knock on the door as i'm cooking. "BENTLEY YOU GOT YOUR KEYS" i exclaim. he does this often. just knocking so he doesn't have to get  his keys from his back. a more urgent knock on my door helps me lose my mind. "FUCKING ASSHOLE" i exclaim turning off the stove. i open the door. 

as my eyes meet his bright green eyes i freeze. "i- uh- i'm sorry thought you were someone else" he pushes past me and scans the room. "uhm hello?" i say annoyed by his actions. "eleanor. eleanor. eleanor" i roll my eyes. "what do you want grayson" i ask him. "i want to talk to you" he slurs. god not drunk people. please let him not be drunk. "about what?" i ask him nervously. i can't get fired yet. not yet "somewhere a little more private" he states. 

MORE PRIVATE I'M IN MY OWN APPARTMENT AND CLEARLY THE GUY WHO I LIVE WITH ISN'T HOME. SINCE I YELLED AT YOU. 

i open the door to my room and watch him sit down on my bed. excuse him? boundaries. "talk" i tell him. "i'm sorry eleanor, i uh, took my anger out on you, it was unproffessional, i should've thanked you for it. and i didn't i did the opposite and said things i shouldn't have" i nod. "you're right. thanks for apologizing, you can leave" i tell him. he just let himself fall back on the bed. "but my eleanor. i don't want to leave" he says. i roll my eyes. he pulls me onto the bed. "are you drunk?" i question

he mutters something under his breath and i don't understand it. but before i can question any further i hear a snore coming from him. FUCKING GREAT. i just wanted to get some rest and not get annoyed by work shit at home. and now he's asleep in my bed 

"hey sunshine" i hear bentley cheer as i attempt to finally make myself a meal. "shhh my boss is asleep in my bed. he's drunk" i tell him. he raises his eyebrow and opens my bedroom door in disbelief. his jaw falls. "ele, you got a crush on him and he's in your bed?" i groan and let my head fall back. "i do. not. have a crush on him." i exclaim. "if anything i hate the jerk" i hiss. 

"SUNSHINE" "ANGELFACE" i hear from behind our front door. "tell them i'm not home lee, i can't have them see grayson i'll get murdered and lose my job" i whisper. "and how am i supposed to do that stupid?" i shrug my shoulders and point the spatula towards the front door. "please just shoo them away" i whisper. he rolls his eyes and heads for the front door. a few minutes later the door closes and i sigh in relief. i plop down on the couch and in comes famous asshat Mr Grayson Arlow. "want food man?" bentley asks. i get that he's a nice person. BUT THIS MAN IS THE DEVIL HIMSELF. "yeah sure" he says kindly accepting the unwanted offer.