NAILEA LAURENT: Nailea, the owner of Laurent Enterprise, is thirty-six years old. Without any assistance from anyone other than herself, she started this business from the ground up. She is distant and cold. She doesn't accept bullshit from anyone...
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POV: ASPEN
The ride back to the hotel was excruciatingly slow. The tension in the air was almost palpable. Nailea hadn't spared me a glance the whole ride back. Safe to say I was scared.
I'm now standing in the kitchen of hotel room as Nailea is sitting on the couch flipping through Netflix trying to find something to watch. She lands on Atypical and presses play. I watch her with an intrigued look on my face. Why hasn't she said something?
"Are you and Romi still going out?" She says sighing as she stands up and walks towards me.
"Yes, I believe so. Is that a problem?" I say while taking a sip of my wine.
"No, no problem at all. Just don't make it one." She takes the wine out of my hand and finishes the rest of it.
"What does that mean?"
"I'm in no position to explain myself to you right now after the stunt you pulled, darling."
"What stunt?" I say with a shaky voice.
"You'll find out, jealousy is cute on you." And with that she turns around and heads back over to the couch. I make my way into the room in search of something to wear. I settle with a tight fitting black crop top, a denim mini skirt, and knee high pointed black boots.
I head into the bathroom to freshen up. I turn on the shower before I strip of all my clothing. Once I'm done, I step inside the shower and begin to wash my body. After feeling satisfied, I step out the shower and dry off. I brush my teeth and complete my skin care before getting dressed. I lotion my body from head to toe, slipping on my undergarments. I slip on my shirt and mini skirt along with my shoes. I lift my shirt up spraying my deodorant under my arms. Knowing me if I put it on before, it would've gotten all over my shirt.
I sit in front of the mirror applying light makeup on my face. I have no energy to do a full face right now. I brush my lashes, fix my eyebrows, and add light concealer under my eyes. I put blush along my cheeks before coating my lips in a glittery clear gloss. I move onto my hair giving it light curls. I spray my Billie Eilish No.1 perfume all over my body. After feeling satisfied I look in the mirror to check out my appearance.
The crop top is hugging my upper half in all of the right places. My boobs look bigger than normal and my abs are on display. My mini skirt is unzipped and folded showing off the waistband of my black thong. My boots shine perfectly with my brand new Chanel purse and my silver jewelry. I look good per usual. I hear my phone vibrate and realize it's a text from Romi.
