tonight's another business party; fancy people, fancy clothes, fancy awards.
i didn't care for any of it. i don't understand why grayson did either. he hates business, he's too immature for it, his friend was the only reason he got the job there.
7:16 pm
"tell me why again you still keep your job when you actually hate it?" i say to grayson.
i start putting my earrings in and he comes up from behind, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"so i can buy you cute, expensive stuff to fuck you in" he says to me in a low voice.
he's staring at me in the mirror, kissing down the side of my neck. he's such a tease.
4+ years we've been together and i couldn't see myself with anyone else.
i turn around and place my arms around his neck, smiling, and place a peck on his nose.
"you're cute, now put your shirt on or we'll be late" i say. "wouldn't want to get fired from the job you don't even care about right?" i say sarcastically.
"i'd rather stay here and do other things" he says, winking at me.
i roll my eyes and start heading towards the door, leaving him if he didn't hurry up.
10:29 pm
we've been here for almost 3 hours, my eyes are droopy and my drowsiness getting stronger.
every business party is the same. all these men in their suits acting like they're better than the next. hell they probably all cheat on their wives.
i walk over to the bar and ask for a drink; maybe it'll get my mind off being here. no alcohol though, i wasn't getting myself in trouble.
"what can i get you gorgeous?" the bartender says to me. his smile is pretty, he looks about 25, and a pretty nice body under his shirt.
i flash him a smile and turn away a bit, blushing. i don't even remember the last time grayson complimented me, sadly.
"just club soda is fine, i plan on waking up without a hangover tomorrow morning" i jokingly say.
he chuckles and sets my cup in front of me.
"could i take you out some time? i know we just met but you look like the kinda girl who needs someone to show her how amazing she is" he asks with a slight begging in his voice.
"i'm sorry but i have a boyfriend, you're very sweet though" i say.
grayson walks over to me, looks at the bartender, and then me.
"who's girl you hittin on man? cause it isn't mine" grayson says.
i look at him with irritation, and i get up to go to the car grabbing my things.
grayson follows after me out to the car. he's such an ass.
"why are you mad at me? i should be mad at you for talking to that dude!" he exclaims to me.
"he was just being nice! chill out! i didn't even talk to him like that! we've been here for almost 3 hours the least you could let me do is make a friend!" i almost yell back.
"he was still hitting on you!" he exclaims.
"he called me gorgeous and i said thank you; then asked if i wanted to go out sometime, i said no because i'm with you! you know how long it's been since you've said anything like that to me? you don't call me beautiful or gorgeous or stunning anymore like you used too! you're too caught up in your job you hate you don't bother taking me out on our special dates anymore! if it wasn't for you i wouldn't be like this, i'd be out living my life! it's always your late night shifts and parties and kissing your boss' ass but i don't care for that shit!" i shout.
