The Self-conscious Submissive

Hurricane

-Dylan

It's officially been a full week since Hurricane Monica struck my happy home. Now focus on the clean-up and recovery, as we pretend like the devastation of the whole thing no longer affects us. 

I'm sitting in my office attempting to focus on my final orders for this weekend's events. I have food truck orders, linen orders, table-setting prints to pick up, and a million other things on my mind. Not to mention a huge presentation tonight that I have to take care of with the Diamonds. My schedule is swamped and I need to keep my head in the game. Being in my own office with my door closed should be the escape from the world I need to focus right?

-Check List-

I need to order Brian 200 lbs of Shrimp for the Bryers Function, Liam 10 Cases of Red, and 12 cases of white wine. Hazel demands Orchids, Sunflowers, and lots of ribbon. And Jade.....Fucking Jade....

"Why are you in my Office?"

For some reason, this douche has set up camp in my office. Sitting at my damn coffee table with her little portable turntable and laptop and her headphones on making a damn playlist. 

Technically she's quiet, she's not necessarily harassing me or making her presence known. But, she's breathing. In my space. This damn building is 3 stories tall and each of my Diamonds has their own space to do what they do without being bothered. 

So again, "Why the Hell are you in my OFFICE?" I yell throwing an eraser at her."

She looks up at me from her laptop looking confused and annoyed as if my outburst was uncalled for. When she sees my own matching annoyance she smiles that goofy ass smile at me, "Because it's so nice and peaceful in here Boss. When I'm in my station random people keep coming up to me asking what to do. How am I supposed to concentrate on my work with all those distractions?"

I run my hands through my hair, "They're your fuckin staff, Jade, they're asking you questions because you're their boss. If you're not there then who the fuck is going to. You know what? You're not raising my blood pressure. I'm going out to run errands. I have a lot to pick up for tonight so I won't be back. Don't touch shit in my office and lock up when you're done."

She shrugs her shoulders and puts her headphones back on uncaring of my departure. Jade is becoming more of a pain in the ass than Liam is. He's been calling me every damn day to check up on me after this whole Monica ordeal happened. But at least he stays out of my personal space when I'm working. While Jade is like a damn fly swarming around me and no matter how much damn raid I use on her ass the bitch just won't die. 

I dig in my desk drawer to grab my keys getting ready to head out when my door flies open. My head flies up wondering who the hell has the audacity to bust into my office like that. Jade's eyes widen in shock and my lip twitches fighting a smirk when I see her.

Monica, standing there in a sundress that has all her curves popping. It's long hiding her legs but what I lose in visual from the legs is made up by the amount of cleavage it shows. Not as much as I'd prefer but I'll take it. Her beautiful black hair is down flowing past her shoulders, her fists are balled up, her lips are pierced, and her eyes are shooting lasers at me. Oh, she's angry this will be fun.

She steps into the room and slams the door and I raise my eyebrow at her. Jade casually takes her headphones off her head and sits back on the couch. Hmmm well, I guess the peace and quiet she requested is no longer valid. 

Monica walks into the room her eyes directly on me. I'm not sure if she has even noticed Jade's presence. That's fine I love it when she focuses on me as if we are the only ones that exist in the world. "How Dare you, How fucking Dare you, Dylan."