"Let me see." I hold up the camera to my swollen eye so Chelsea can see. "OH SHIii— it's not that bad..." she lies to make me feel better. I know it looks terrible because my eye is swollen and purple. Now I have to go to work like this and I have a court case first thing in the morning. What the hell am I supposed to do?
I put the bag of ice back over my eye. My phone buzzes again with another message from Amir, apologizing. I consider answering it just so he'll leave me alone. Dean called me a few times before realizing that I was not going to pick up the phone and he gave it a rest.
"What if you draw an eye over the one that's swollen shut? Maybe if you're good enough nobody will be able to tell the difference." Chelsea suggests. I roll my good eye. "That's not going to work..."
"It's still an option." Chelsea shrugs. I love her with all of my heart, but sometimes I wish she didn't talk.
"That's not gonna work, Chels." Eric chimes in from the background. Eric and Chelsea start arguing over if it is or isn't a good idea. I sigh and end the call. I just need to figure out a way to hide it from my mother and not draw attention to myself. Like that's going to be easy.
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Sitting in the office with sunglasses on, I decided to hand over the case to one of my colleagues. Lucky they were helping me on the case so they should be fine. Although I nearly had to beg for them not to tell anyone about my eye.
I should be fine though. I have snacks and coffee in here so I won't have to run into anyone on my way to get lunch or snacks. The only problem is using the bathroom.
I look at down at my phone to see six missed calls from Dean along with a few text messages. I haven't talked to him all weekend and I do miss him. I open his text messages and read them.
Dean 7:46am: Answer the phone, Beautiful
Dean 8:00am: I'm very very sorry baby. I'll make it up to you
Dean 8:06am: I'm gonna die of a broken heart if you don't answer
Dean 8:10am: Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee
I quietly giggle to myself as I read the texts and call him.
"Hi, Dean..." I say softly. I sit on the edge of my desk waiting to hear the southern drawl over the phone.
"I've been missing you, baby girl. Are you still mad at me?" Dean asks sheepishly. I sigh softly. "No. I'm not mad anymore." I can practically see Dean smiling over the phone.
"Did you get the flowers?" He asks. I look over my desk seeing the bouquets of flowers that has piled up over the weekend. There's even more of them sitting in my house.
"I could start a green house with all these flowers..." I mutter, getting a small chuckle out of Dean.
"Come over, I want to see my girl." Dean's voice gets softer, like he's longing for me.
"Oh trust me, you do not wanna see me right now."
This conversation goes back and forth, I'm adamant about Dean not seeing me. Then Dean insists that he doesn't care what I look like. It's clear that our argument would only end one way. So at six o'clock I take my submissive ass right up to Dean's penthouse.
"There's my baby girl," the soothing southern accent reaches my ears. Dean wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close, the scent of his cologne washes over me. His hand travels south and grips the hell out of my ass while he buries his face in my neck. "I missed seeing you." He softly kisses my neck, my body heats up whenever he kisses me.
