Glitter Glitches

Part 6 - A smile just for you.

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Axel's POV🦄

Her face was absolutely priceless. Her mouth made a cute 'oh' shape and I liked the way her slight smile faltered at the mention of my girlfriend. I stuffed my hands into my pockets, again, and grinned as I strutted all the way to Tiffany's office.

"Baby," she cooed as I walked in. Rushing over to me she swung her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on my unresponsive lips.

I patted her back. "Hey, you." 

The bitch boss. Regrettably, an accurate description of Tiffany Harris, but in her defense, she was undeniably driven and successful. She climbed her way up the social hierarchy and landed herself the position of chief editor at Vogue.

Too bad she didn't care who she had to step on to get there. She was cold and ruthless. So why am I dating her? Simple, she's hot!

Not to mention she was usually too busy to really pay attention, so she was a good fit for me. I didn't really enjoy people touching me, unnecessarily, although I can handle it, I prefer they don't. Also, she was so self-obsessed she hardly picked up on my insecurities.

Tiffany didn't even notice the space I created between us as she glared out her office door. I followed her line of sight and she had Melia in her crosshairs. "Ugh, that girl is such a mess, not to mention late," she added staring at her watch.

"Relax Tiff, it's my fault she's late," I said trying to come to Melia's rescue.

Tiffany snapped her head back to me glaring at me with narrowed eyes. "Care to explain that?" she hissed.

I noticed Melia's big blue eyes staring at us so I pulled Tiffany further into her office by her elbow, out of Melia's sight. "I gave her a ride to work this morning and stopped for breakfast on the way," I shrugged.

Tiffany placed a manicured finger to her temple. "And why on earth would you even be in a position to give her a ride?" her voice was cold as ice.

I grinned knowing very well the consequences of my next words. "Because I spent the night at her place, so I thought the decent thing would be to drive her to work." I know I could have answered that differently but I wanted to make her jealous. Jealousy was still an emotion, right?

Tiffany sucked in a sharp breath as little fires ignited in her eyes. "Excuse me?" she breathed out between her teeth.

I scratched the back of my neck. "Yeah, she is roommates with my sister I told you about, who knew?"

Realization flickered across her features and she visibly relaxed. "Oh," she merely voiced with raised eyebrows. "Well, then you should have just started with that explanation," she eyed me.

She flipped her long golden hair as she walked back to her desk searching through some papers. "I know we have dinner plans tonight, but I won't be able to make it," she spoke so matter of fact that I didn't see the need to respond.

I just silently watched as she had already forgotten about the conversation and my attempt to provoke some emotion out of her. Most of the time I felt content that a woman like her was even interested in me. The lack of emotional drama seemed convenient, but then on rare moments, I found myself wanting more.

Secretly, I wanted a proper relationship that reached beyond just the superficial aspects. I wanted to connect and be accepted with flaws and all. I wanted to make slow and passionate love to a woman while looking into her eyes, skin on skin. Not some half-clothed quickie while staring at the back of her head.

Just as that thought left my mind I glanced up, and on cue, a frustrated yell came from outside the office. I stared straight into Melia's blue eyes as she glanced up from the pile of papers she just dropped on the floor.