𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 [𝐿𝑒𝑠𝑏𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑂𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠]

𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

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Maura
Jordan

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Maura's POV

I was dreading tonight. My parents are hosting a party and all the big CEOs were coming. I'm appreciative of my parents and what they are building for me however business isn't what I want to do. I like art. I like being able to express myself through my paintings and drawings.

*Knock Knock*

"Mar its me."

I smile as I recognize that voice. I walk to the door and open it. There she was.

"Hey beautiful."

"H...hey Jordan."

Jordan stood tall in her uniform. A black compression shirt, black dress pants, black leather boots, and her locs were in a ponytail. I analyzed her very closely, those beautiful tattoos filled from her hands to her neck and those hazel eyes. I've known Jordan since I was small. We basically grew up together. She was really the only person who was there for me.

"You look good."

I could see her eyes move slightly up and down.

"Thank you, so do you. Has everyone arrived?"

"Thank you and not yet guest are still arriving."

I take a deep sigh.

"What's wrong?"

I look at my mirror and Jordan looks at me with her arms folded.

"This isn't what I want..."

"Have you talked to your parents?"

I nod my head and felt my eyes start to water.

"They said I wouldn't be financially stable if I continued to do art. They said it wasn't a real job.

I felt Jordan's hands on my waist and she faces me towards her.

"Beautiful look at me..."

She lifts up my chin and wipes under my eyes.

"Don't cry okay baby girl? Your life is yours to live and sometimes you need to remove people who won't support you."

"Thank you JJ..."

"Of course. I'll always be by your side... literally."

We both snicker.

"JJ."

"Yes beautiful?"

"Be careful tonight, I want you safe too."

"I will, I promise."

We give each other our pinkies.

"Come on before your parents get on my ass."

"Can you help me with my shoes?"

"Yea."

I sat down on my bed and watched Jordan put on my heels. Jordan has been so good to me. She could care less about this job, she just wants to protect me and I... I love her.

"This that too tight?"

"No thank you."

"Of course."

She helps me stand up and I stumble. Jordan gripped my waist.

"I got you."

"I'm sorry J."

"It's okay babygirl. Heels aren't your thing."

We both chuckle and look at each other. Jordan is so attractive to me, but I don't want her to lose her job because of my feelings for her.