Gabby had been seeing a new guy now for about a week. When she starts to date someone new it's intense. She goes from hello to husband material in lightspeed. It never gets to the nuptials. Not sure if it's lucky for her or them to be fair. She's alot. I inherited her. She was my ex's friend. We got close after me a d my ex split and when she dumped her boyfriend she crashed at mine. That was 6months ago. And she had no intention of leaving unless it was to live with her future husband. She paid me rent sometimes. It's a good job I have money and don't need her to pay her way. She does buy food for us, sometimes so I don't complain too much. She treats me when she can. Well that's how I justify it
I own my own business. I have a car hire and executive chauffeur company. And it does very well. I have alot of luxury cars on my roster and deal with alot of wealthy people. Not to brag. I started out as hiring self employed drivers now I have a large fleet in multiple states and quite a collection of cars to my disposal. I have a luxury penthouse apartment in an upmarket part of LA and I live very comfortably. No wonder Gabby won't leave.
I'm lying on the couch my MacBook on my stomach just checking up on my KPIs when Gabby swans in. Her ice blonde hair swaying as she walks. She is gorgeous I've got to give her that, her blonde hair perfectly curled hangs softly at her little waist. Her tanned skin is ways moisturised and soft. She's wearing a white sun dress with a white bikini underneath. Her long legs are bare and she's got gold wedges on her feet. Her 5'7 height practically looms over my 5'4 one. She's a carefree, pop song loving, airy fairy part time model. Part time because she's too busy with her current boyfriend whoever that may be, to work. She needs alot of attention. Like all the time. She's the clingy girlfriend that doesn't like their boyfriends to go anywhere without them. I'm the complete opposite of her in everyway possible. I'm small with brown, nearly black hair down to my tiny waist. I have a generous amount of boobs and a big butt. I don't need to have man in my life to make me feel good about myself. I don't have issues getting attention off men I just don't tend to keep them round for long. I like to be busy and I like to be organised men tend to be intimidated by it. Especially as I have my own business. And men definitely do not like to be with a woman who earns more than them or knows more about cars than they do. I'm not corporate all the time. I can be fun. Well I think so. I like most types of music and love live music even if it's some unheard of live band in some dingy bar. I love driving cars especially fast cars. I like to go to a race course at least once a month with a supercar. My favourite thing to do is to drive fast with the windows down blasting music, especially at night. As a perk of the job I swap my car's out often. I'm currently driving my Lamborghini Urus. It's my actual car that I always have, day to day. Custom made. The only one I will let Gabby borrow and that's rare. She tends to only ask at the beginning of a relationship, when she's trying to impress them. She only tends to bring them home when I'm on business trips or visiting my other depots but stays at her current boyfriends most of the time. Which suits me
"Where are you off?" I shout to her while she's putting some tanning lotion on.
"We are heading to the beach. Then going for lunch. I hope somewhere good I'm in the mood for seafood" I can tell she's pouting and I'm sat with my back to her. " Are you just going to work all day? You should come with. He's got lots of friends that would be more than happy to keep you company" she giggles
"You realise it's a Friday and normal people work? I'm busy and I've got a meeting later. They are only in LA tonight so can't rearrange" I wave at her
"Fine but you do really need to get out. Maybe meet us later?" She bounds over putting her hands on my shoulders
"Sure, maybe. I'll text you after my meeting" I have no intentions of going out tonight. Maybe she can talk me into going out tomorrow. Her phone chimes
"Right I'm going, he's here" she says dreamily. She kisses the top of my head grabs her beach bag and hat and off she goes.
I drag myself up to get ready I should nip to the office at some point. I normally go in every day not that I need to. I could let my 2nd in command run the place but I like to have some involvement. Darcy has been with me from the start. She's is older than me and started of taking phone calls on reception. She's a hardworker and has excelled at every job role she's had been in. And she basically helped me build the company. She's paid very well and has a lot of perks to her job. She met her husband while working for me. He was, well still is a driver. He loves it, not that he needs to work with her salary. I quickly do some minimal makeup and get dressed. A black fitted suit with a blue silk Gucci shirt with matching heels and bag. I grab my laptop bag and head out. It takes about 10 mins to get to my offices. I spend the day going over the offer for tonight.
The meeting went well but I was ready to go home. I text Gabby to tell her I wasn't feeling it. She asked to to pick her up with her new beau she wanted to come home tonight. I don't tend to meet most of her beau's so this is a rarity. I pulled up and she jumped on the bonnet. I beeped to tell her get off. She got in the front kissing my cheek. Her new boyfriend climbed in and buckled his self in
"Nice car, this custom?" I look through the mirror and my jaw drops. It was Post Malone
