Frei: Exposed

Chapter 1

"Jamilia! Get your butt down here! You are going to be late! Again! Goodness we do this EVERY morning!" Echoed the usual morning wake-up call from Daxton through the halls of his two-bedroom suburban home.

"I SWEAR Daxton, if you don't shut the hell up right now I will make you experience unimaginable pain! Have you ever considered that if you didn't yell at me every two seconds, I'd be able to get ready faster?" Came the sarcastic reply from a disgruntled Jamilia as she stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Morning Gorgeous." Daxton smiled as he turned around to greet Jamilia, letting his eyes roam over her curvy body.

"Like what you see?" Jamilia giggled. Daxon went to hand her the coffee which he had already made for her, when he suddenly withdrew his hand.

"Like hell I don't. What the heck do you think you are wearing?!" Daxton scowled.

"Excuse me! What the hell is wrong with it? I happen to like what I am wearing." Jamilia frowned with one hand on her hip, a typical expression when she didn't agree with what's begin said.

"Well, too bad. Go change." Daxton demanded with a growling, clear voice.

"Why should I?" Jamilia crossed her arms slowly, resembling a toddler about to throw a tantrum. She was becoming madder and madder as each second passed.

"Honey, I appreciate the nice amount of professional cleavage you have going on, but combined with that really mini mini-skirt, you look a little cheap. Do you really want to present yourself in that way?" Came the smart remark from a smug Daxton.

"Fine! I'll change, but ONLY because I trust your judgement." Jamilia rushed upstairs in her sky high heels to change into something a little bit more appropriate.

"Be quick hun! You need to leave in ten minutes to catch your train!"

Five minutes later Jamilia came rushing down the stairs and bounded into the kitchen. "Better?" She asked with a frown.
"Yes, thank you. Now come. You are going to be late." Daxton said as he handed her, her laptop case and an apple, her typical breakfast. He knew she could not understand how people stuffed themselves heavy first thing in the morning. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he guided her out the door.
"I'll pick you up at 6:30 as usual for dinner. Please don't be late, we have reservations." Daxton said and gave her a small peck on the cheek, sending her off.
"Bye hun! I love you." Jamilia  called as she started down the street to catch her train.

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Fifteen minutes later, Jamilia sat on the train on her way to the magazine company where she worked as a journalist. She worked hard for this job and was really grateful to have it. She got paid enough to support herself but since she lived with Daxton she didn't have to worry about paying rent or making it through the month. The job was more for her pride than an income as her parents were loaded, but like most things about her, it wasn't common knowledge. Overall she was happy with her life. She had a job and a wonderful home. Not to mention a hunk of a man spoiling her at every turn.

Jamilia rose from her seat and moved over to the train doors when she felt the train begin to slow as they pulled into the station. As she walked to the door she noticed several pairs of eyes ogling her tall, curvy figure appreciatively and she smirked quietly to herself. She knew she had a great body and liked the attention she got from men. Daxton hated it and he could be quite territorial about her and even she had to admit that it sometimes became a bit much, but for the most part she enjoyed it and relished in it.

As she walked through the station and up to the road she caught a few more glances from men coming her way and shuddered​ as she noticed most of the men had rings on their fingers.
Walking through the door and entry hall of the office building she worked at, she greeted Albert, the security guard and headed towards the elevators. She had an article that needed to be in for proof reading that afternoon.