Surviving the CEO

Chapter 15: Pervs & Bosses

Aria's Dress above

**Aria's POV**

The next hour and a half consisted of Amy pulling, twisting and spraying my hair into place and then putting lord only knows on my face. Amy spun me away from the mirror so I couldn't see the end results.

"Done!" Amy yells as she claps her hands together frantically.

"Finally! I can look!" I stand up and stretch my back.

"No! You can't look yet! Go put this on!" She yells as she shoves a black dress into my hands and pushes me into the bathroom.

"Okay! Okay! Easy tiger!" I say as I raise my hands up in surrender.

"I don't need your sass!" She growls. I hold up the dress and look at it with horror.

"Amy! This is NOT a dress that came from my closet!" The dress has a low neckline with a sheer mesh covering it, long sleeves and comes up about mid-thigh showing off my legs.

"Where did you get this dress?" I ask placing my hands on my hips.

"My closet. Duh." Amy states sarcastically.

"I'm not wearing this."

"Yes you are! Now go get dressed or I'll dress you myself!"

"Yes Mother." I sigh.

"Shut up." She mumbles which causes me to laugh.

I zip up the dress and walk out of the bathroom, Amy has somehow curled her hair, changed into a tight black halter dress and is applying makeup by the time I walk out. I turn to look in the mirror and I don't recognize who's staring back at me.

"Oh Amy. Thank you so much." I gently brush my fingers against my cheeks.

"Why do you only admire yourself when you have someone enhance your beauty?" Amy asks softly as she turns around to face me.

"After Brandon cheated on me I started to think that I wasn't good enough for him to actually marry me so I started to doubt my appearance. I see you Amy and you're perfect." I whisper as tears start to prick my eyes.

"Aria... you are beautiful. Why can't you see that? Men fall to their knees when they see you. They worship the very ground you walk on. They will do anything for you but you don't notice." Amy says.

"Thank you so much." I start to cry because of how Amy made me realize how beautiful I am.

"Don't cry or you'll smear your make up." Amy chuckles as she hugs me.

"I'm trying."

"We need to get going!"

"I-" I begin to say it get cut off by Amy.

"Come on! We need to get going!" Amy pulls my arm and drags me out the door then locks it behind her. She continues pulling me out of my apartment building and into a cab that's waiting for us. By the time we leave the apartment it's 10 o'clock.

"Neon Lights." Amy states the club, the taxi driver nods and drives off toward the club.

I look at Amy confused.

"Why can't we take my car?" I ask.

"Because then who's going to drive us home that isn't drunk? I don't feel like dying today. I'm gonna get laid bitch!" Amy squeals.