Someone Competent

Chapter 12: Stress Relief

AN: Y/N told me she was hungry, so enjoy. <3

Xoxo, Roses

TW: cunnilingus, semi-public sex, hair pulling
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After about two days in the hospital, the staff were over the Baroness. Her usual stubborn attitude intensifies when she's in pain. There was a nurse in her room constantly listening to her complaints. Her temper was shorter, and she refused to tolerate incompetence. Often, if someone walked into her room, she reprimanded them. Her bitterness was sometimes directed towards you as well. You took her remarks with a grain of salt, knowing they were insincere.

When the Baroness' 3-inch heels clicked out the double doors, the nurses burst into cheer. You give them all a sympathetic smile as you follow the Baroness. Cameras flash in your face, temporarily blinding you. The press got a tip that the hospital discharged the Baroness. You assumed the Baroness was the one who tipped them off until you noticed the discomfort in her body language. Her face stayed stone cold, portraying confidence, but the falter in her steps and the shrinking of her shoulders told you otherwise.

She is vulnerable and uneasy. Without much thought, you begin walking in front of her. The Baroness is grateful for your interference, body blocking her from the cameras. The photographers groan and shout insults, urging you to move out of their shots. You hold your ground, focused entirely on protecting the Baroness' reputation.

You lead her to her tan Jaguar 420g. You open the door for her to get in, covering her the entire time. She brushes her hand against your arm and gives you an appreciative nod. You return the nod with a soft smile before closing her door and getting in on the other side.

After you take your seat, the driver starts the car, heading towards Hellman Hall. Although the hospital discharged the Baroness, she's not allowed to return to work for another week. She protested but eventually agreed to the terms of her recovery.

You rest your left hand on the middle seat cushion that separates you and the Baroness. With her right hand, she takes yours, intertwining your fingers and squeezing lightly. Victoria tends to refrain from displaying acts of love -such as physical touch- in public, believing intimate moments should be private. Surprised, you turn your head to face her. Intense blue eyes meet yours, filled with tender emotions.

"Thank you, my dear," she whispers. You pull Victoria's hand to your lips, placing a chaste kiss on top, maintaining eye contact. She smiles, eyes displaying nothing but love and adoration. A faint blush paints her cheeks, surfacing through her makeup. You return the gentle smile and graze your thumb back and forth over the top of her hand, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin for the rest of the ride.

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The week passes, and the Baroness returns to the House of Baroness as her usual stern self. Designers cower in fear as she struts past them with a smug grin. Watching the terror she inflicts in the hearts of others fills her with joy. She forbids her employees from discussing the charity gala, shooting daggers at anyone brave enough to defy her.

Today, she summons you to the design room. She has her hand on her hip, and she is scolding a designer, so you sneak into the room without knocking. You don't think she'll mind anyway. She can see you through the glass doors. She glances in your direction, and her gaze softens for a millisecond before she snaps back to the designer harshly.

"Your designs lack flavour, and you have no taste. A toddler's scribbling is better than this rubbish.". She directs her attention to you, and her designer faces you as well. Her tone changes completely, going from ruthless and commanding to gentle and understanding, stunning her employee. She doesn't catch her mistake.