Rude - Grayson Dolan

10 - "vogue model"

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Angela

When I woke up Grayson had gone. Apprently he had an early meeting, go figures. One of the maids made me breakfast which I didn't mind, pancakes, blueberrys and cream is my favourite so I wasn't complaining.

"Mr Dolan has arranged for me to take you to Harrods to buy you an attire for today and then take you to Burberry office." Grayson's driver stands beside the breakfast bar and I turn to face him and I pull down the black shirt in which I had slept in. His eyes don't flicker to my revealing skin and I respect that, he only seemed to be a little older than me.

"I don't need a new outfit for work. But thankyou anyway." I give him a smile imagining Grayson's cold tone with him as he demands him to take me.

"It's already been scheduled Miss Downing." He smiles before turning away, a shy smile on his face as if he looked at my body while I wasn't paying attention or he thought I was another one of Grayson's women. Use them and then throw them away. I hope I'm not, however deep down I know I am.

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When I walked out of Harrods wearing a new outfit, I felt fresh and ready for whatever Grayson had planned for tonight. I wasn't myself around him or even worse I am. The journey to the Burberry office was only short, so short I wouldn't have minded walking however if Grayson had found out that his driver hadn't driven me to work I'm sure the driver would become jobless.

The halls of the office were extremely busy, people getting ready for the publishing of the new catalogue and fashion week. Eleanor had emailed me a list of tasks such as checking that all the clothes are stored that we're taking to London, call or email the models who have been chosen about the details and so on. My head already felt full and I was extremely happy to be going to London and taking a break, however when I get back I will be helping Christina with the wedding which will be taking place in December. We have three months to organise everything, wedding dress, guests, cake etc. It felt like enough time and know Christina she probably made a list before they were engaged.

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"You're so talented, Reese." I say in amazement as my fingers hold the thin fabric between them. Different coloured fabrics hanging on clear cloak-hangers, names attached to all and I helped her out them all in transparent dress bags.

"Thankyou, Ange." Reese sighs, wiping the stress off her forehead with the back of her hand and her thin body slumps in tiredness. "I've spent most of my late nights here, Lauren's been getting impatient." She laughs, shaking her head and I can imagine her and her wife arguing about missing eachother. I had always envied Lauren and Reese's relationship. They met in university and married when they got out. Whenever they argued it was over missing eachother or jealousy, however I guess most couples argue due to jealousy.

"How is Lauren?" I ask out of curiosity as people walks past with cloak racks on wheels, clothes zipped away in the transparent bags as Reese quickly sorted her designs out and I tried my best to help, in which Reece ended up fixing my mistakes.

"She's very well, we're going to an IVF clinic so fingers crossed we'll have two little feet running around the house by next year or so." Her eyes are full of hope and I always smile everytime she talks of Lauren, loving to listen to their life.

"Well I hope it all goes to plan, Ree. You and Lauren would make the best parents!" I give her one last grin before telling her I must finish the next task in which Eleanor has sent me to complete.

On my way towards the book department in which I had to pick up the first published copy of the new catalogue for Eleanor, I couldn't help but notice a familiar glow of blonde hair strutting in front of her and I would recognise her spider like legs anywhere.