Sanity • Dandy Mott

T W O

He was a 20 year old looking man. And I was his "companion". He was dressed nicely in light blue sweater vest, white pants, and his hair was a bit in his face.
Why didn't he have friends? He was beautiful. Tall, well-groomed, just plain handsome. Why wouldn't anyone want to be acquainted with him? I broke out of my thoughts right when he spat, "Why would you hire this, mother?"
What the hell. He started to complain about me to his mother as if he wasn't even aware of my presence.
"Dandy, I got Heather for you, I thought you would like her. I can find someone else sweetie ? Would you like me to?" Gloria was wrapped around his finger. He was a spoiled brat. And she was willing to do anything for him.
"No mother," Dandy rolled his eyes, he seemed to be very annoyed. "She'll be fine I guess. Hopefully she's not as useless as she seems." He continued. He was so rude. I felt so bad for Gloria. She had to put up with Dandy being a brat for 23 years. Who could even handle that ? I was a play toy. That's all I was needed for. I was hired to be "his."
"Come on, um..." Wow. He already forgot my name.
"My name is Heather." I declared, while standing slightly straighter.
"I don't think I asked what your name is, and frankly I do not care." He grabbed my wrist harshly and wrapped his big hand around it. I didn't even have time to walk, he practically dragged me half way there. He was walking me to what seemed to be his bedroom door. He opened it and it wasn't anything I expected. The room was filled with toys. There was a mini golf course in the middle of the room and as I looked farther, there was a stage area.
"This is the playroom," Dandy stated, as he let go of my wrist. I looked down at my wrist to see it was slightly bruised. I heard a shuffling of feet and stared up to see he was already by the stage. He motioned for me to walk over towards him. I made my way to him and he started to tell me all about his passion for plays and acting.
I found it kind of cute but the toys and puppets creeped me out. "Are you even listening to me?" Dandy spat as he looked down at me.
I nodded. And he continued, "Mother doesn't like the fact that I want to become a star."
"Why not?" I asked, trying to get to know him. Maybe if I get to know him he won't be so bad.
"She thinks it's a waste of time. And that it's not for me. I'm an amazing actor. One of the best out there and she doesn't believe it." Dandy said, looking a bit upset.
"I'm sure you're a great actor." I smiled at him. He didn't seem like a bad guy. Just a bit stuck up. He looked into my eyes, cracking a little smile. All of the sudden, the moment ended and he went back to saying how great of an actor he was.
"You know you don't have to be nice just because mother paid you a fortune. You're quite boring; she wasted her money. At least make yourself useful." He groaned, looking very angry.
"I'm sorry, um..what do you want to do?" I gulped, I was very nervous about getting fired from this job. I get my full payment at the end of the week and I need money to start off.
He eyed me up and down. It made me a bit uncomfortable. He seemed to noticed as I shifted my feet and fiddled with my fingers.  "Follow me." He smirked, I didn't know what he was planning but I was scared.
I followed him to another door in the hallway and walked in after he opened it. It was his bedroom. It didn't seem as child-like as his playroom. There was a huge bed towards the wall. It was a deep red colored-room.
"You might as well make yourself useful and help me work out." Dandy complained as he walked over to his huge closet and got out a pair shorts, then threw it onto his bed. He took his shirt off out of no where and turned around to get his shorts on. His chest was so toned. I didn't expect his body to look that good. I thought he would be very skinny, the sweater vest didn't help show his body at all. He was so God damn beautiful. I don't even know how someone could look so amazing. He took off his white pants and left his underwear on, he had slight bulge, I really tried hard not to stare but shit, he was so perfect.
"What're you looking at?" Dandy questioned, genuinely confused. He was so clueless to the fact that he was so admirable. He was so caught with how great of an actor he was that he didn't even know how much of a beauty he really was.
"Nothing, sorry." I looked down at the floor for a while. Until I looked up a few seconds later to see that Dandy was right in front of me. He lifted up my chin and smiled.
"You're quite beautiful. Did you know that?" He growled, it was so hot. I felt my cheeks get hot, the man who acted like a kid and had a brat like attitude was actually flirting with me. "But you're boring as hell." He tends to ruin moments very quick. I watched as he went back to the other side of the room.
I waited for him to finish getting his shorts on and followed him to go to his workout room. But instead he told me to put on something comfortable in my room. He waited outside of the room as I changed.
I put on a soft, comfy pair of shorts and a bubble pink halter top. I opened the door to see Dandy sitting  in the fancy white, leather chair in the hall. He stood up quickly and looked down at me. "Is this okay?" I asked.
"Yes. It'll do." He sighed, eyeing me up and down again. We walk to the room, there's was lots of weights.
"You need to help me get the weight back onto this when I'm done." He said bluntly. I sat down watching him lie onto the little board thing. He stayed still for a few seconds. "Why are you sitting down? You need to stay here so if doesn't fall on me." Well how was I supposed to know ?
"Oh, I'm sorry." I apologized and ran over to him. I watched as he was spending his time lifting the weights, who even knows how much that is he's holding. It looks so heavy. I watched as his muscles flexed, drops of sweat on his forehead. How could someone so inappropriately childish and uptight still show manly traits ?
"Are you going to continue staring at me or help me put this on?" He said, motioning his eyes towards the huge weights. I tried to help him put it up but it was no use, I was too weak.
He sat up and looked at me, grabbed my hand and spoke, "How old are you?" I sat down next to him. I was much younger than him.
"Seventeen." I mumbled. I was turning eighteen in 7 months. I still had a long way to go.
"You're so young. I'm twenty-three." Dandy confessed, while stroking my cheek. Dandy's hands went from my face all the way down to my waist. His hands were huge and they were practically holding my whole waist. I tensed up a bit at how long he was holding his hands on my waist.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, fuck." He whimpered, it was the cutest noise I'd ever heard. There was a moment of silence, he was just looking into my eyes. It all got cut off by Gloria- of course.
"Dandy, Heather! Dinner is ready!" Gloria came through the two doors and smiled at both of us. He let go of my hands quickly as if he didn't want his mother to see. "Come see what Dora has made for us Dandy! You'll love it! I hope you will!"
"Okay mother, shut up." Dandy got up like nothing even happened. I sat there for a few seconds trying to comprehend what all happened.
"Well...are you coming downstairs to eat? You're wasting my time."
There he goes again.