Red String of Fate | B.E

Chapter 1

Win's Pov

Waking up from the massive headache I have. Noticing bruises around my arm from last night fight. Those stupid man, I just wanted a freaking coffee.

My phone starts ringing from my nightstand already knowing what I'm about to hear early in the morning. "Hello?" "Winry! Do you know how much you made us worried? Honestly, if your dad is here he would have beat you senseless than those man!" Hearing my mom scold me through the phone.

Me sighing just wanting to get this conversation over. "I know, I'm sorry mom. It won't happen again." Hearing my mom sigh in the line. "It better not, anyways. Did you finish that paper work that your assistant gave you?".

"Oh shit, I forgot. Sorry mom, but I have to go." Ending the call, clearly forgetting the business contract I'm supposed to do for this artist.

Getting in my suit, not wanting those black short skirts and tight clothes around my body. Ew.

Instead, I wore a suit, with a red tie. 'cause that's what my body is comfortable in.

Going downstairs from this massive mansion, going in the garage to get in my car.

Going to my car, quickly driving to the building, seeing all my people working on their computer, while I'm here late.

I'm the boss in this business, well, my family force me to do this. Do you think it's fun for a 17 year old girl to this, thinking you can just sit here and think everyone is praising you. No.

I work in a company where I make deal with the manager of celebrities. Making them poses from different brands, try out different clothes, things blah blah.

I sat down, seeing the pile of paper already stuck up. Already groaning just seeing this over and over again in my desk is really exhausting.

Sitting down on my chair, with a frustrated face. Taking the first paper on the pile, reading before checking it and signing my name on it.

Doing the same thing, over and over and over, till my hand can no longer lift my pen. Looking at my hand, the first thing me noticing is the red thread around it.

My frustrated face turning soft from the memories of my love. I carefully play the string around my finger, but not taking it off. I really miss her.

Turning my attention to the side of my desk, seeing the picture of Me and Billie, hugging each other.

I wonder, if see took her thread? Nah, she wouldn't do that. I know her.

Hearing my door opening, seeing one of my assistant, with a chart on her hand. "Here Ms. Winry, it's our business chart, it's going great so far." Handing out to me, seeing the red arrow going up, making me smile slightly.

"Thank you Patricia." I say, giving her back the chart "Your welcome Ms. Winry." She walk towards the door, leaving me with this half pile still not finished.

I lazily taking the last one, finally finishing it in 4 hours of repeated motion. This paper had my attention because of the artist name. "Billie?" I said to myself. "She had the similiar name from my love, huh?" Taking yo no one before checking it and writing my signature.

"Done! Shit!" Tossing myself on my chair almost making it fall with me on it.

Hearing a knock on my door and with my assistant voice asking for permission to come in. "Come in." Two of my apprentice carry a loads of paper with two. "Oh. My. God" rubbing my face in irritation, hearing the loud thud the paper make when set on the table.

"Don't worry boss, you can do this." One of them say trying to encourage me from this paper of doom pile. "Thank you for you encouragement." I say, hearing their footsteps disappeared.

Taking again the first paper, not bothering to read it and just sign my name on it.

While doing this, a sudden struck of pain made way to my chest, making me clench where my heart is. "What the fuck?" Whispering to myself in a painted voice, clenching the fabric around my chest harder than before.

The pain kept on going and going for 20 second, making it hard to focus. The pain was unbearable, it's like your stabbing your heart with a pin needle.

"Do I have a heart attack?" I say still clenching the clothing while the pain slowly fades aways.

"What the fuck. I should get this checked."

Billie's Pov

Me being kiss by my friend Brandon here is the best thing. His tongue move around inside my mouth, exploring ever corner of it.

He was pinning me against the wall, seeing him dominate me is just a pleasure bliss. I know he is 21 while I'm just a 17 girl.

Whatever, who cares? I'm going to be 18 next year anyway. I can do whatever I want when I turn 18. AWSOME!

"Man, I wish I could fuck you right now." He say panting, we are in my dressing room. I was supposed to get ready for the concert, here in London.

I brought Brandon and the whole gang with me, cause I can't leave without them. "Me too, but my fans is waiting for me. We can continue this in the hotel." I say winking at him, seeing him lick his lips.

Grabbing my beanie on the before leaving him alone in my dressing room. Seeing my brother and the whole instrument band there, waiting for me to sing.

"HEY YOO!" I yelled seeing the crowd go wild when I appeared of stage. "Are you guys ready!!" They all saying yes, going wilder and wilder as I stand here any longer.

"LET'S GO!"