I Love Her Anyway

Chapter 2

Note: I'm going to establish once more, I am not the original author of this story. That is why it says it in the description, the cover, the disclaimer, and the first chapter. @/thepatricktreestump on tumblr is the og author which is also why in my "notes" it says note instead of authors note because I am not the author. Thank you and enjoy this amazing story.

Riding to work with your dad was interesting. He drove and you sat in the shotgun seat, tapping your fingers against your kneecaps, nervously chewing on your lower lip. A part of you wondered if maybe everything you had thought of was perhaps all just a ruse, that he didn’t really mean it, that he was messing around with you. In fact, you would probably get in and he’d tell you that you’re actually just another intern, laugh at how you bought into his gimmick, thinking you were really all that he had said you were. It filled your stomach with an unsettling feeling, your mind hazy, and you put a hand to your forehead to check if you were sick. Your dad glanced at the action, laughing. “Y/n you’re going to be just fine,” he chuckled. “I know it’s probably intimidating to work underneath Mr. Urie himself, but you’ll be great. I promise you. And if you ever need anything, I’m just several floors down. You know where to find my office.”

               “Thanks dad,” you let out a deep breath, trying to compose yourself.

               Self-conscious now, you decided to tap your feet on the floor, looking out the window. What if he was serious about everything? You had never done anything like this before. Hell, you hadn’t even thought about fucking a man any older than a handful of years above you. Sure, you had kissed boys and sexted them, even made out for an hour once, dated here and there, nothing serious, nothing even coming close to comparing with this. You were only sixteen. That’s what else lingered in your mind. Why would he be so comfortable proposing this idea to someone as young as you? Even if you got caught, you would never be the one to blame. This would ruin his entire corporation, his career, his life practically. Or perhaps he knows he has too much power invested in him to ever be afraid of a corrupted reputation. You knew people had warned you, about older men trying to take advantage, stories of sexual harassment, court cases of pedophilia. But he was completely different. He was so beautiful and gentle and kind yet professional and prestigious and alluring. You would gratefully stare at him all day if you could. The nervous bubbling in your stomach increased as your insecurities fluttered in your mind and you closed your eyes tight, reassuring yourself that everything would be just fine. He would never hurt you or take advantage of you. And like he said, you were free to cancel whenever you’d like. As your father parked the car and walked in with you, you took deep breaths, trying to get ahold of yourself.

               However, your father exiting the elevator and leaving you standing there alone with your high heels and fancy attire, you felt confident that you could do this. With your white button blouse and your black skirt, you exited the elevator doors after they had swung open and took a stride towards Mr. Urie’s office and knocked twice. Waiting outside for him, you felt like you were going to explode. The anticipation building up inside of you to finally see him after an entire week of waiting was ruthless and only grew stronger as the time came closer. As soon as the door opened, you couldn’t help but let him take your breath away. Combed back hair, pink lips, brown eyes, and hand already extended towards you, you felt as if you could melt right there. “Good morning Miss Jackson,” he gives a soft smile as he leads you into his office, closing the door behind you. “I’m glad to see that you’ve showed up early. Shows good punctuality and responsibility.”