High Priestess

1.5

June 1976

As 4:45 danced across the screen of the clock on her desk the phone rang and she answered knowing in her bones who it was before any words were even said. 

"Stephanie, to my office please," Mick instructed.

She obeyed making her way up to the top floor. She had dressed to impress today, wearing a pink chiffon blouse and her gray pencil skirt and she smoothed everything out before pressing into his office at the prompting of his secretary.

"So Stephanie, have you come to a decision?" 

"I have Mr. Fleetwood, but before I tell you my decision I would much like to go over this contract you had written up." Stevie crosses her legs.

"Fine..." He opens a drawer behind his desk and pulls out a manilla folder. 

She closes her eyes as he clears his throat. "By signing this contract you are signing your termination. You will no longer be employed for my company. We will be combining our finances allowing you access to all the money you'll need to start your business. I do not believe in the magic stuff you swear by and claim to want to sell to the general public so I really don't care how you decide to run your business. But I do know the area and you WILL use my expertise to find a decent location for your company. I have a general understanding of where it will be best to open your business. You will play my adoring wife. If you are asked about me, and since I am pretty famous you will be asked about me, you don't say anything but nice things about me. However, I do not care what you do, or who you sleep with. This will be an OPEN Marriage. I'm NOT going to be faithful to you in the slightest and I don't expect you to be faithful to me either. The only thing I do ask is that if you engage in any sexual activities with anyone, protection is used. I WILL NOT LET YOU HAVE A CHILD THAT IS NOT MINE! And if it comes down to it, I don't care if I have to strap you down to a table and perform an abortion myself...You will have to sleep with me when prompted. NEVER PUBLICALLY EMBARESS ME and NEVER mess around with my clients unless I specifically tell you." Mick explains. 

Stevie's heartbeat quickened the further he got down the list, but despite that and the sick feeling in her stomach, that bubbled up when he said he would perform an abortion himself if needed, she took the file from his hand anyway. She skimmed it quickly and to the best of her ability as she wasn't wearing her glasses and then she reached over and grabbed a pen from his holder and she swallows thickly. 

She closed her eyes and then breathed out as a murder of crows gathered at the outside of the window and started to caw as she signed in red ink, almost like she was signign her life away 

Stephanie Nicks

Under a very scraggly Mick Fleetwood. 

"Now that, that is settled tomorrow at my party we will announce our engagement. You and I are taking the day off tomorrow and we will be  moving your stuff into my house. We'll still pay your rent because, though you will be living with me, i've done my research on you and I know that you are living with someone. I'm not going to make her flounder her money by herself. And I don't care if you stay there occasionally but your home base is with me, is that understood?" Mick asks.

"Yes. Mr. Fleetwood." She nods.

"And we are getting married Stephanie, so please refer to me as Mick from here on out." Mick demands.

"Sorry Mick." She smiles sheepishly.

"Mmh, your cute. I'll be picking you up tomorrow morning at eight. And just to let you know our marriage will be taking place on July 1st." He points showing her out of his office, his hand resting on her tailbone, his thumb lightly rubbing back and forth. 

After a brief explanation to Lori she packed up her desk and she walked out of the recording studio and made her way home. As she was packing her stuff up she started to cry because suddenly she felt sick to her stomach and it was only a matter a minutes before she started doubting that she had made the right decision and she slumped down on her bed and she started to sob. Her life was going to be changing and she wasn't necessarily ready for it.

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When the party came about on Friday, Mick had her parading around in a white corset and a white chiffon skirt with fishnets and white boots. Her hair was indeed pulled back into a bun on the top of her head and despite the dark makeup on her face and the bold red lip in her eyes there was sadness. He had instructed that she danced and did what she needed to with the men at the party and then once the night was coming to an end he pulled her to the fireplace at the front of the room.

"Everyone, this is Stevie...she's a gem isn't she?" Mick asks his hand in a vice grip on her hip.

The men that she had been with the past two Fleetwood Parties whooped and hollard in agreement and then Mick smiles.

"Well I'm sad to say that she's now officially off the market. She's not going to be up for grabs anymore as she and I are getting married on July 1st, isn't that right sweetheart?" He asks squeezing her hip to spur her on.

"Yeah, that's right." Stevie nods as he smirks and grossly attaches his lips to hers. 

She hates it the second he does it and she tries to hide the grimace on her face and once he pulls away she resists the urge to wipe her lips off, because now everything was set in stone and she was Generally worried about what the future was going to hold for her. 

End of Part 1