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I can so lightly hear it. That annoying buzz in the background calling to me. Inviting me to answer. And I would, but the sleep is much too sweet and the blankets are hugging me too tight for me to be able to escape and it is so nice and warm, that I decide to simply ignore it and resume to my so much needed beauty sleep.
I mean it is definitely the best thing to do. Who in their right mind would call so early in the morning on a Sunday on top of everything? I close my eyes and in the next instant I am asleep.
I don't really know how much time passes but the next things I hear is loud and furious banging on my front door. Sighing I get up from the wonderful bed and lazily make my way towards the annoying disruption.
Who the hell could it even be? Who would even dare to disturb my sleep? That person must definitely have a death wish, because everyone that knows me is aware of the fact that my relationship with sleep comes first. Nothing else, no one else!
The pounding is getting louder and more rapid with each step I take.
Someone really has too much free time on their hands if they got nothing better to do than pound on my door so early in the morning.
I open the door with the intention of teaching the horrible person a lesson but when my eyes meet his I instantly stop. Of course it has to be him, who else in this whole damned world has the hobby of pissing off every last nerve I have?
"What do you want?" I whine like a little child.
"Well Miss Parker, if you would have answered your phone, like we have agreed on, you would know." he answers and invites his self in, knowing that I will probably not.
"Have I ever told you..."
"How much you hate it when I "barge in like it's my own freaking house". Yes you have, if I recall well, almost every freaking time I come over."
"And still, you never learn. Your skull must be so thick!"
"Compared to other parts of me, not really." he answers with a smirk on his face.
Why must he always be such an annoying teenager, isn't he like 30?
But being used to his behavior by now I just shake my head and turn towards her kitchen, the thought of fresh coffee giving me hope of enduring him.
"So, want to tell me what you want?"
"Yes Rose. I want you to get dressed as fast as you can. We have to go somewhere."
Oh crap....
Over the past 2 weeks I have been accompanying him to all kinds of boring as hell events. Fund raisers, brunches or celebrating business meetings, went there and done that.
Always the same pretentious mindless people, that discuss the same obnoxious things : how wealthy they are or how they could get wealthier. Always the same lame jokes and disgusting gossip and people that hate each other guts but pretend they are friends. Sometimes I can't understand how this people can do it, how Dimitry can do it! Constantly pretending that you are someone else just to please a bunch of other people who ironically are doing the same damn thing.
"What is it this time? Some Princess's first ball or someone just brought another mansion and wants to show it off?" I ask full of irony.
He just laughs at me and shakes his head choosing to ignore my attitude.
For a moment he just stands there and looks at me with his loop-side smile, that I have grown to like...tolerate I mean, and doesn't say a word.
He seems happy. Why though, I have absolutely no idea.
"Okay smart ass very funny but now go and get changed. We are going at brunch and pastels is the dress code for the ladies."
"Sorry what? Pastels? What the...?"
"It is an old organization that planned the brunch and they are a bit on the "old fashioned" side. I would recommend the light pink Prada dress with a big hat, let's go with the white one." he suggests while pouring the newly made coffee in two mugs.
Knowing very well that there is absolutely no point in arguing with the man, since also the stupid contract forbids I argue with him when it comes to my choice of outfits for his gatherings, I just comply with his request.
When I enter my room I go straight to the closet and start to search the clothes he mentioned. Each and every time I take in my new wardrobe I can't help but take a deep breath.
It is full with Prada and Gucci and all the latest clothes designed only by the best. Clothes I could never buy on my own. He bought them for me.
The first time we attended an event together he just wouldn't stop complaining about my so called "cheap" choice in clothes. I promised that next time I will buy something more appropriate, but that control freak wouldn't have it. So the next morning he just took me shopping and bought me the whole goddamned store on 5th Avenue.
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A hour later, when I finishes pampering myself I take a couple moments to study my masterpiece in the mirror. I have to admit that the dress is beautiful, even though the color isn't one I would usually go for. It hugged my body in all the right places without being too tight. It is just right. It makes me look elegant and stylish, something I am not used to.
As long as I can remember I always went for comfortable, not fashionable. I never really paid attention to the trends or looking pretty. That is one thing I regret, that I didn't pay enough attention to myself. But now, with his help, I can see why all those girls in high school would dreamily sight every time someone even mentioned Prada.
Very soon though the daydream is interrupted by a soft knock on my bedroom door. The door slowly opens and there he is looking at me with that spark in his eyes, like I am the most exquisite thing there is.
I fondly smile at him and that seems to break him out of his haze.
"I see you are ready. Let's go."
"Yes I am, but I have to take the hat." I answer and turn around.
"Let me get it for you." he stops me.
He cautiously places the hat on my head probably being afraid that maybe he will somehow ruin my hairstyle. He takes a few steps closer and arranges my hair so that it doesn't block my sight.
"There, we wouldn't want that pretty face hidden, would we?" he asks and he is so close I can feel his warm, minty breathe hitting my face.
All I can really do is blush and quickly turn around so I wouldn't do something I will regret later, like kiss him senseless then and there.
"We are going to be late if we don't leave now." I say while walking away from him, even though all I want in this moment is to throw myself in his arms.
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