Velvet morning after a night that you still stayed the same girl you were, and in your head, him the same man he was. Each touch and noise written in what only would seem the days watch and sight. You went down the stairs a little later after you first woke up, you always slept in late. Maybe almost 1 o'clock, with your barefeet taking the steps 1 2 and 3 to the kitchen. Pouring a cup of coffee with extra milk, red nails around the cups handle bringing it up to your lips for a taste of caffeine. Walking to the living room sat your parents,
'Well good afternoon.' Your mother said with sarcasm.
You sat next to her with your coffee, still rollers in your hair, no makeup and still in nightwear.
'We got another meeting with Stockton today.' Your father told you while you sipped your drink and watched the outside through draped sheer curtains. It was bright and hazy.
'Again?' You whined, 'don't whine y/n, it's only for a couple hours. And you know we get lunch breaks in between.' Your father replied. You didn't mind Stockton (of course), only the actual meeting part bored you to death even when you didn't listen.
You went back upstairs to your bathroom, you changed into a meeting appropriate dress, still with some glam to match your hair although. You did your makeup with light skin like a doll and dramatic bold eyes to distract out of everything. Of course some jewellery (you wouldn't be seen without any!), and perfume for an aura around you. So Sweet Lolita Lempicka, with the venom entrance of sugar cube dipped in poison cherry and a kiss of powder. You kept it in your bag to overpower the smell from your hourly cigarettes. And now stumbling into a pair of off-white Mary Jane pumps you walked with a run down the stairs waiting for your father to hurry up to the door. Finally now a goodbye to your mother before seeing her again and you were out into the car seat sitting like a doll.
30 minutes passed to the building you once were a day ago before your trip to heaven disguised as your bedroom. You got out of the car and walked following your father to the room again. You walked in past the door and your dad shook hands with Stockton like the day before and you got the same hand shake but with more elegance. You kept eyes on Stockton as you walked past him to your seat as he greeted more guests, people working with ocean gate expeditions for more clearance on our tour coming up soon.
Time passed and passed and you died in boredom, and tried your hardest to not drown in Stocktons sea of blue eyes. As the ocean gate professionals decided to almost talk you to sleep over safety and time plans it was officially lunch break, 1 of the 4 hour conference. You didn't get anything to eat as you didn't enjoy eating onfront of people you decided a cigarette would keep your high as you walked down the steps to the outside building wall. You were in the middle of getting out a cigarette for yourself as you'd seen Stockton came beside you, just you two alone outside.
'You want one?' You asked with one held between your lips as you handed the CEO one. You handed him your vintage styled oil lighter and he lit up and yours after. You both smiled.
You took hits off your Marlboro and made conversation with the dream of a man.
'God, these meetings are boring.' You said to him, 'Really?' He asked with maybe a hint of sarcasm lining that response.
'Yeah, I mean for me' you let out a slight giggle almost not there.
'Are you okay y/n?' Stockton had asked you.
'I want you.' You said with a change it tone as you pressed your body up against his on the wall, 'again.' You almost demanded to him still with a tone of begging. Stockton didn't refuse your words and actions but instead ruled his domination over you by staring you in the eyes with a change in persona,
' we got 15 minutes but I know you take way more than what you say you do baby.' He commented on your words.
'I'll take you home like last time, how bout that?' He said keeping his fox gaze on your glass-like eyes.
{You confused with his words, if he drove you home again your family would be home? }
'My family would be home?' You said in following his question, more like a promise.
'My house, nobody else there.' He told you. You got it now and gave an excited smirk.
You walked back up the stairs with Stockton, him having no idea of the stuff you're thinking of doing later next to him. You sprayed perfume to cover up the smell of cigarette, and you walked back inside the room. You sat down again to hear the presentations again. Somewhat teasing Stockton from the other side of the table.
After everything, the meeting was finally done and 4 hours of your life wasted ( or maybe not seeing as Stockton kept his eyes all up you those hours) and it was time for you to get home, or for you to call your parents and tell them you'd be staying with a friend for the night. You waved goodbye to your dad before getting into Stockton's car, acting as if your friend was coming to pick you up. But no - just a vintage white Pontiac for you to step into, sparkling up his ride. 45 minutes to his house you sat tight watching him drive his car and feeling the late evenings American breeze.
