Glamour Of Love

Chapter-1

"I'll hold you in my heart until I can hold you in my arms."
- Peter Pan

Tink's POV

"I love you, baby, I love you soo much," I mumble sleepily to the love of my life. "Thanks for the good night sleep last night. You're worth every penny."

Best money I've ever spent. I mean I loved my previous love but he wasn't doing it for me anymore, he became stiff and uncomfortable. I tried to make it work, I swear, I really did, but after a week of restless sleep I was done with it. I bought my new love yesterday and he's awesome.

Oh wait, it sounds really bad. I don't mean a hooker or a paid boyfriend. I mean the love of my life - my bed. My gorgeous Queen-sized bed with pretty and soft rosy-pink satin bed sheets.

I had bought a new bed after my old one got..well old. I absolutely love my room. White triple wardrobes that have long mirrors on the doors on either side of the bed, a row of six white cupboards filled with books hanging on the top of the bed.

On the opposite side of the bedroom is a white chest of six-drawers on with an elegantly framed oval mirror. Last but not least, in the corner of the room is a black leather desk chair and a bureau and on it, a laptop and printer. The entire decor fit perfectly with my soft pink colored walls. Yes, my room is fabulous if I might say so myself.

I gingerly kiss my bed murmuring a soft 'I love you' and get up for work. I work for my best friend, Peter Panelli at Neverland corp, a company that he owns.

The day that mean brute made fun of my age and size on that fateful summer morning almost 20 years ago and I punched him, well I did it in my mind, but I did it nonetheless, we became best friends. I've also secretly been in love with him for about the same time but unrequited love is no biggie, right?

The bastard did make his dream to own a company come true 3 years ago, I was still in college when we started working together 5 years ago. We started with nothing but now he owns his own company and I work for him as his PA.

He was completely different now than the 7-year-old scrawny but beautiful boy that I met all these years ago. With Armani suits and badass predatory edge, he looked like he just stepped out of GQ. Tall and solid and dominant, he has the raw sexual gravity that draws people to him. All that supreme confidence, leashed power, and animal grace were hard to be not attracted to.

He also became closed off after the death of his parents when he was 13. His aunt came to live at his place to raise him and from what I heard and saw, she wasn't a good lady.

I think about him while I make way towards the en-suite bathroom for a quick shower and get ready for office. I wear my beige pants with a cute yet official looking white blouse and tan high heels.

God bless the man who invented high heels. I know they are a pain in the ass sometimes but for a girl like me who has been made fun of all her life due to her size needs her heels. People never make fun of me per se, but they are always calling me cute, pocket-sized or shorty. I'm 5 feet and a quarter inch people, it's an average height.

I make my way down the stairs and wait for Peter to pick me up. He always insists on picking and dropping me from my place which is about 5 minutes from his mansion.

His mansion was an expansive, lavish, beautiful piece of modern architecture, but it wasn't excessively extravagant. Wasn't showy or ostentatious. Instead, it possessed a warm elegance and the same undeniable charm as its owner.

A black Bentley stops in front of me and David, Peter's bodyguard and driver, opens the door for me. I sit next to Peter who is typing frivolously on his phone.

He looks seriously hot with his dark brown hair all kinds of messy. He always drags his hand through his hair when he's stressed or nervous and I haven't seen him nervous in the last 10 years so it must be stress. I try to distract him from his stress with my goofiness.

"Hey Pete, look my hands are so cold," I grab his warm face with my cold hands and squish it tightly. His beard tickles my hand so I giggle slightly.

"Stop it Tink, I'm doing some important work over here," Pete grumbles.

I make a whimpering sound and sniffle lightly looking away from him. Noticing my sniffles, Peter finally looks up and grabs my face lightly.

"I'm sorry Tink. It's just Hook, he's been creating some problems with work. And I had a bad night sleep so I'm cranky. Forgive me, my fairy?" He gives me a dimpled smile and I finally look up at him showing him my evil one.

"Sucker," I stick my tongue out at him and laugh while he simply shakes his head at me.

*Tink's outfit on top*