I Love Her Anyway

Chapter 13

Returning to the office after that long weekend felt strange. You knock on the door, coffee in hand, and Brendon opens up the door with a smile. “Good morning beautiful,” he greets. “Ready for a long day of work?” You nod, handing him his coffee cup as he give you a kiss on the cheek, then picking up the stack of envelopes he’s ordered you to deliver around the building. It feels good to be back, strutting around the hallways in your heels, staring at your reflection in the elevator doors, smiling at your coworkers donned in ties and pencil skirts. It feels good. It feels usual. It feels normal. Especially when you return for lunch break and he fucks you on his desk. That feels particularly wonderful.

               It goes on for weeks, then months, and you almost feel as if you want to stay here your entire life. Even when school starts up, Brendon lets you keep the job, working hours after school and a little bit on the weekends. Your parents were hesitant at first, but upon noticing it didn’t affect your grades or sleep, they allowed it. Also, it helped that your dad was working in the same building as you, because they felt that they could keep an eye on you. Hell, if only they knew. The sex with Brendon just kept getting better and better, and even though you did have the occasional fight, he never offended you or talked ill about you such as when he had the night you left him to sleep on the sofa. You got a bit better at worrying over the little things and toughened up a bit, growing thick skin to help from being fragile or too emotional, which Brendon had reassured you was okay but you wanted to change for yourself.

               By now, Brendon has managed to fuck you almost everywhere. In the hot tub, outside on the loveseat, on his kitchen table, in the shower, literally everywhere. Even in the office too, on the sofas, on the bar counter, in the elevator, and even in the lobby after closing one day. It’s hot as fuck and you want him to never stop. You don’t go out in public much, not since sex shop night actually, but you don’t mind. It’s almost nice to be together, just you two. And he’s understanding as hell also. During your period he showers you with chocolates and flowers and gifts, cuddles you and brings you meds, places a heating pad on your stomach and rubs your back, turns on a movie and lets you sleep. He just gets you. It’s like for the first time in your life, you met someone you’ll never get sick of, no matter what. It’s one of the most amazing feelings in the world.

               That is, until your mother brings up a topic at the dinner table one night. “Y/n I have some exciting news for you,” she smiles. “I was talking to my friend from work, you know, Ashley? She was saying how she’s opening up a new bakery and she’s looking for some workers. I gave her your number and told her to give you a call. She’s open to hiring students who can only work part time, plus, she says she can pick you up from school and drive you home.”

               “I already have my license mom,” you narrow your eyes. “What I need is a car.”

               “Exactly, so you don’t have a ride,” your dad points out.

               “But I like my job,” you insist. “Secretary work is easy and it’s nice to unwind after school.”

               “You’re cooped up in an office with Mr. Urie all day doing filing and paperwork,” your mother shakes your head.

“You need communication and cashier skills, sweetheart. This bakery job will give you just that. Plus, imagine all the cookies!"

               “Mom,” you groan, poking at the pasta on your plate. “I don’t want to. Ashley’s nice and all, I just, I don’t really feel like it.”