The Baby Blue Bentley {Russell Westbrook}

Chapter XIV

"Monica!" I heard someone shout behind me as I made my way to the elevators, going up to my office. I turned around to see Sara, the secretary who worked at the front desk (the one I spilled coffee on my first day), running up to me. She handed me a Manila folder. "I just wanted to let you know you have more and more clients requesting you specifically after your outburst in the media."

Maybe something good was coming from Russell and I being together and Sean cheating on me. "Thanks so much."

"Did you do your makeup yourself?" She asked me, randomly. I cocked my eyebrows and her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "Sorry... Your makeup is just incredible. Every single day. Your eyeliner is so sharp it could cut me in half." I smirked, feeling a new friendship coming on.

"If you want to come over and have dinner sometime, I will gladly teach you everything I know in a small amount of time," I invited her, clutching the folder close to my chest.

"I would love too," She said, I handed her my phone for her to set up her own contact. When she was done, she handed it back to me. "I will text you when we should do it... By the way, I am so sorry about the coffee thing again."

"Oh, it's no problem, truly, you did me a favor, that purple dress was God awful," I smiled at her. I could see this being my first friend here. Maybe. I checked the time, knowing I had to be up in my office soon.

"Shit, I really have to go, it was great talking to you," I told her, turning towards the elevator.

"Oh, Monica," She called once more as I pushed the button. "Don't listen to what the stupid mass media says. Sean seems like a dickhead, you deserve a new guy. I wish you all the luck." I thanked her once more and waved, stepping onto the awaiting elevator. I took a deep breath. I was meeting with my first client in five minutes, I had just walked into the building and these awful heels were already killing me. But at least I made a friend. The doors opened on the twelfth floor, and I stepped out, going to my office. I unlocked the door, setting down my purse and my keys behind the desk, fluffing my hair to look more presentable.

"First one coming up," The receptionist chimed into my room.

"Already? Fuck!" I cursed to myself, sitting in the chair and checking my phone once more before the client came up. I had a couple messages from
Russell about how dirty of a girl I was last night and how he wanted to come to my work and make me cum again, a couple messages from my friends back home, including Apryl, who reassured me the media would calm down. Sooner or later. I also got a text from my Mom talking about how she wanted to go shopping with Russell this weekend in the high end district. As if. My door widened a little more, as my first client came in. I turned off my phone, as I looked up to greet them. "Nina?" The words tumbled from my lips, before I could stop them. She closed the door behind her, sitting across from me. "I'm sorry, I don't think I can be your advisor anymore, I don't think it's ethical."

"What's unethical about it?" She asked, dumbfounded. "Oh... Because you're screwing the man I love? Don't worry, all forgiven."

I bit my tongue to stop myself from snapping at the woman sitting across from me. "No, it's not that. I just don't believe I should be going over financial information about your past relationship considering my boyfriend is your ex." I put emphasis on certain words to stop her from thinking she was anywhere near stealing Russell from me.

She glared at me. "I'm sure it's fine." I opened the folder and took out her information, sitting on the top, turning on the computer. I stood up and walked over to my personal refrigerator, getting a bottle of Fiji water. "So, tell me what it's like."

"Excuse me?"

"Thinking you have Russell wrapped around your finger when you really don't?" She asked. "If I so much as kissed him, he would be pussy whipped for me again." I didn't say anything. "Does he still do that thing—"