Darling Darlene.
At least to Dame her father, and her one friend that is.
But most knew her for what she really was...an egotistical bitch with underlying (pretty obvious) daddy issues and a kink for crushing spirits.
Not that she wasn't proud of t...
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I play with the loose string on my scarlet red lace camisole for the 1000th time, as I feel a steady headache coming on.
The rapid tapping of my favorite heeled wedges echoes through one of our many living rooms, as it bounces off the white leather couch I'm lounging on.
I try not to let the anger of my current situation get to me, but come on.
I've been lounging here waiting for our exit with what feels like a time of for-fucking-ever, even after being told we had to leave for the company immediately and that the matter was oh-so urgent.
If I honestly knew how much time I really had, I'd throw on something better than this. Not that I looked a mess but I could do so much more. I didn't even want to walk into our building wearing something so casual, which is why I knew I'd never get out of the car.
As my defiant decision settles, my father finally comes downstairs. He's rushing , and is already halfway out the door before remembering his chastising of me earlier and turns fixing his stern gaze on me.
I stare back with what I hope is pure un-adultured annoyance, that'd make anyone else flinch away in fear. But nope, not my dad.
"Well come on my little lady, the world waits for no one." Oh yeah? Well neither do fucking I. I get up, moving with haste as if I actually give a shit, just so I can get this over with quicker. —————————— Here I am, signing into the third floor communications office of my soon to be company. My genius idea of staying in the car did not go as planned. Dad was able to lure me out with what a supposed "surprise".
As the doors are opened, I see a fairly young blonde woman sitting next to the intern's desk seemingly waiting for something. Our eyes meet and hers sparkle with something akin to recognition, even though I know for sure we've never met .
Not that she was anything to remember anyway.
Blue eyes, blond hair, slanted Roman nose and thin lips. She stands immediately at our arrival and with my dad's hand on the small of my back I am whisked over to her.
"Darlene, this is Mrs. Willow Poesi, editor in chief at Bacchan Magazine." My dad introduces.
"Soon to be Mrs. Poesi, Dame. And yes, it is very nice to meet you Darlene. I've heard a lot about you."
As she holds out her hand for a shake, I finally notice the rock of a ring on her finger that nearly blinds me. I admire it's beauty as I take her hand in mine and then realization hits me.
Bacchan Magazine.
The most upstanding, immoral, honest magazine on the shelves right now, not counting my favorite tid bits of fashion, home decor, and etc.
I almost let the shock of this genius woman in front of me show and I falter in the handshake before readily steadying myself.
"Lovely to meet you Willow, to what do I owe the pleasure ?"
She shares a exciting look with my father , or "Dame" his notorious nickname that he is commonly called.
My dad starts first, "Well Darlene, I've realized your love for journalism, especially with Willow's magazine, and you know how much I value media coverage at a company as big as mine."
Ours. I fact check.
Before he can continue Willow interrupts, "You're interning with me!"
I flinch and stare at her with something akin to annoyance for her random and obnoxious outburst.
It registers with me a second later exactly what she said, and I'm just as excited.
Only for a second, but I never let it show. Instead, I settle for a small smile and the small gasp that slips past my lips.
She looks on with a wide smile and starts to speak but is interrupting by the ringing of my father's cellphone.
"Hello ? —Oh yes !! We're heading there right now. Yes, all three of us. Mm hmm. Right away." He pockets the phone and beckons us forward with a wave, "Let's walk and talk ladies, Mr.Poesi is still waiting on us after all."
Willow's eyes light up at the mention of her fiancé as we start our walk to what appears to be father's office.
As we're walking I match dad's stride as best as I can, so I did not have to speak with Willow.
It wasn't out of dislike, but the fear of what I would blurt out in front of her due to the nervous but exciting feelings in my stomach.
We reach the office and step in to the sight of a tall, lean man with his back to us, both hands pocketed as he faces the window.
My dad exclaims, "Vincentti, so very sorry , our lovely ladies were just chatting about the exciting...."
As this so called Vincetti turns on his heels, my fathers words fall to deaf ears as I take in this gorgeous miracle of man.
Everything about him makes me wet instantly.
His hair. Jet black wild and curly but tamed enough to stay out of his eyes.
His eyes. Emerald green and a cold gaze similar to my own.
This leads down to a slanted nose, that is slightly too big for his face, indicating that it has been broken before. All this does is highlight his high cheekbones, and sharp jawline, which support a pair of plump, perfect lips.
Oh my god.
But as he takes a hand out of his pocket I don't miss the tell-tale sign of an engagement ring twinkle in the light.
Fuck. ——- thanks for reading ! Pls vote —lyrical 💋
