THE PREPARATIONS

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"What is the reason? When you really could have any girl you want? I don't see what I have to offer. I should've been a season, guess you could see I had potential. Do you know you're my miracle?"
- Lil Eddie (Statue)



Leila's P.O.V

"Look, I'm sorry if I didn't tell you any of it. Its just that it is my dream to be the well known fashion designer. But I'm also aware that exactly as being in Agency, Loyalty is needed. The only reason I went here is to meet new people who work under the fashion industry. My best friend, Shane was the only one who convinced me to try it out. Well of course after being 4 years of no occupation. I didn't want to be burden to her. I get if you want to kick me out already but please give me a month or month and a half" I spoke slowly with pleading eyes as I watch him pace around the room and running his hands from his face to his hair for quite awhile. I could guess he's really disappointed. But who wouldn't? If I were the boss, I would of get disappointed too and end up firing who did the same as me.

I zipped up my dress and fixed my hair as I just continued to wait for his response. Heart thumping as anxiety crawls into my mind and body. I don't want to be homeless right now and make my dream become just a dream that you could sleep on for. At this point, I'm hopeless. The only thing I could do is wait for him to make up his mind and not to fire me. Or else, I wouldn't know what to do. Suddenly, he turned around at me with his eyes so unsure about something. Noticing how his jaw slightly clenched and his adam's apple bobbed up, gulping his own saliva. I didn't know if it portrays disapproval or affirmative. It doesn't stop me from hoping that even my body was giving up but at e every ounce of it, I try to push aside. Biting my lip and patiently waiting like I was in a long line for a check up.


"Ho—-" I heard him say before he paused as the door flung open again. Disturbing us from the possible conversation that we are having. Not knowing if its a positive response or a negative ones. We both turned around to look who it is. Miles with all sweat and panic courses through him. I just looked at him dumbfounded. Suddenly reminded of myself that I had left him in my dressing room, telling him I would be back after ten minutes when Ryder called me out to his office. I mentally facepalmed myself for worrying him. He was still wearing black coat and red ribbon tie but his hair disheveled and sweat drips down onto his face.


"Leila. It had been an hour and a half. What's wrong?" Miles asked with raised brows. Gazing at me with his fingers wrapped into the door knob. Jamie now behind him. Jamie facing at Ryder with an apologizing look. I sighed and shake my head. I looked over at Ryder one last time who had been staring at Miles and Jamie with an exasperated expression before I fixed my heels. I made 10 steps towards Miles before muttering another word.

"Nothing is wrong. Let's just go" I said and walked pass him out of the office. Jamie moved away to make me pass through. Walking into the hallway, Miles followed me behind. My finger pressing the button of the elevator. The reason why he was on my dressing room was because he's insisting to make me join the Masquerade party. He wanted to make his Aunt happy. I ended up saying yes after he spent half an hour to talk to me about it. I only told him I would stay for only short time and leave. But it really depends. Now, he wanted to give me a makeover for tonight.


"Are you really sure with him? Does he treat you well?" Miles asked on tenterhooks as his eyes wouldn't leave my back. The question took me off guard. The answer was also still vague. But I also asked myself the same question right now given that I just knew him for a short time by physical and more on sex twenty-four seven knowing each other. I don't know anything about him—-about his life. Except for getting to know that he have an adoptive sister and speaks Italian. But that's just it. Am I doing the right thing? To answer for my heart into saying to just go with it and venture everything for the sake of loving the person who I happen to fall in love with. My mind says otherwise but I chose to choose my heart instead of my mind. On thing I know for sure, he is treating me well.


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