Marriage with 'The Beast'

Chapter 5 - Meeting Mason.

Chapter 5

M.A.W Boss's P.O.V

I rubbed the side of my face. It didn't hurt, but it did sting. How dare she slap me, twice! I straightened my suit with my hands before heading down the staircase. I stomped across the room, the office was eerie quite. I could feel the thick tension in the air. Everyone was starring holes through me, but I didn't dare make eye contact with anyone.

Passing everyone, I headed over to Julia's office. "Where is your bitch of an assistant?" I barked at her, surprising her.

She shot out from her seat, behind her desk and answered quickly, "She resigned." Julia answered shakily.

"What!" Rage took over me, no one has ever 'resigned'. No one leaves this office unless I fire them. No one.

"Bring her back!" I ordered, not waiting for a response, I left her office.

Sarah's P.O.V

Vanessa was trying her best to soothe me, while nervously peering over at the large circular clock hanging on the opposite side of the living room. We were just sitting down and drinking lemonade while I explained what happened to me at work. "I did the right thing, right 'Nessa?" I asked, looking over at her for reassurance.

"Of course hun, I would've done the same thing. He took advantage of you as an employee! He's not allowed to do that! I would've kicked him in the balls if I were you, but you know two slaps would be my second choice." She agreed, powerfully. I smiled, "Thanks."

"Okay, so you're good now? You wanna start?" She asked, hopefully. I groaned. What am I supposed to start now? "You forgot again!" She rolled her eyes childishly. "Let me refresh your memory, hmm... YOUR DATE! WITH YOUR FIANCÉ!"

"Shit, the more I try to forget it the more it comes back to me." I took a cushion from the couch and screamed into it. Tearing my face away from the cushion I decided to look at the clock. It's almost 5:30. Just freakin' great. I've got an hour and a half to get dressed to woo my future husband.

"This is project impossible, Vanessa," I mumbled while we made our way up the stairs slowly to our bedroom. "And how is that!" She replied, sounding offended. I turned around and gave her a bored expression. "He's a spoiled, rich, most likely good-looking guy. And he has a lot of 'mistresses'." I pointed out.

"okay... well not all of those are negatives! And what's your point!"

It was my turn to roll my eyes. "How am I supposed to woo him! I've had like two boyfriends. He's probably been with super models and actresses! Sorry, but I'm no model!"

She giggled, I arched my eyebrow. Why is she giggling? I folded my arms over my chest, waiting for her justification. "Well, your boss said that you could be a model!" I could almost laugh at that except... you know he was creepy and I didn't want to think about him. "Sorry... too soon." She added, feeling bad while stifling a giggle. I glared at her in response. "Okay, let's not waste time!" Vanessa changed the subject, before shoving me into our bedroom.

Are you sure this isn't too much? I asked, biting my lip and looking at my reflection in the mirror in front of me. My dress was quite... glamorous, you could say. I thought it was way too much for me, but Vanessa had already gone out and bought it for me before I got home. I didn't feel like doing anything special with my makeup since the dress was giving a loud enough impression. Starting from the colour, red, to the long slit in the dress. The sequences on my left side were beautiful, though, no matter how much attention they caught.

I put on my foundation, bronzer and blush before ending with my eye make-up and red lip-stain. Wow, aren't I red. Then I went along with a sterling silver ring, and my simple necklace with just a diamond pendant I got for my sixteenth birthday. Simple but glamorous. Now the last part, my hair. "So, up or down?" I asked my sister, putting my hair up then down, repeatedly.