Breaking Her Own Rules

13

"How about this one?" Dean asked me as we sat in front of his computer. I was bored, my feet up on the desk as I admired my nails. The red was dazzling and I really liked them, for now.

"Whatever, Dean. I don't care. I just need to have more than one client." I told him as I sipped on my water.

"Are you sure about this, babe? Once you say yes, he will have an access code."

I stared at the screen, moving the fringe out off my eyes. Xavier Williams. He had dark olive skin and dark brown eyes with dark brown short hair.

"Yes!" I hissed in my impatience. I rubbed my face, avoiding my cheek.

Dean tapped away at the keyboard. "And done." He said as he leaned back. He didn't sound too confident, but I ignored him.

"Great, now number three." I said as I clicked on the mouse.

"Woah, baby. Slow down. Are you gonna have time?" Dean asked me as I frowned at him. "You keep Mason busy three times or more a week. Plus now another as well. Take it easy, sugar. See how it goes first."

I growled but agreed. "Very well. I'm going home. I might be back later. I might not be." I threw over my shoulder.

"Until later, doll."

I went to the door and saw Maggie in the distance, talking to Crystal.

Maggie is so tall and her hair had freshly been braided as Crystal talked attentively at her. I watched as she absently flicked her blonde hair off her shoulders. I groaned again as I avoided them and left, alerting my driver I was ready to go.

Larry pulled up minutes later and I went to the car.

I brushed away my fringe again, accidentally rubbing my cheek.

My cheek still had a slight bruise that just wasn't fading. It was still sore. The last thing I need is a run in with Maggie.

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Eye candy. I hate being eye candy. That's what Xavier Williams wanted so that's what I have to give him. The strawberry blonde bimbo that was just an extra piece of attachment to Xavier's arm.

I just wanted to get the handgun attached to my leg and place a bullet in my head.

Better yet, through Xavier's. It's his type of people that like the type.

The night was a bore, long and dull as I smiled in a fake manner at people.

I don't even know why we are at an art gallery. Maybe an auction? A fundraiser? I just wanted out. I wish I never accepted the request.

My eyes swept the room as I saw another couple, the man saying something, making the lady next to him laugh. I saw how her eyes glistened from here. I rolled my eyes as I looked away.

"Yes, it is." Xavier droned on. He may look handsome, but he is a bore. I let out a silent sigh as Xavier gave me some champagne.

"Thank you." I said sweetly, pretending to take a sip before placing it down on a passing tray. I would rather water or a mocktail, but I didn't say anything.

I had managed to wring myself free from Xavier, using the restroom as an excuse and went around the corner.

My pace slowed as I took my time, looking at the artwork on the walls.

"Why am I not surprised to see you here?" I heard the voice and turned to him.

"Nicholas. Yet, I am surprised." I droned. I pretended to take interest in a painting in front of me, ignoring Nicholas.