"Then, will you let me be selfish? Will you be mine?"
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Even as children, everyone around them knew they would end up together. But of course, life doesn't always go as planned.
Alana never thoug...
Marianne's laughter echoed through the speakerphone as Alana rolled her eyes for the nth time. She leaned her head back against the couch, rubbing her forehead with her fingers to ease her dulling headache.
True to her word, Leanne had a steaming hot mug of her favorite Chamomile tea ready for her as soon as she walked through Leanne's apartment doors. And Alana was no stranger to Leanne's apartment— they often held their meetings either here or at her office.
The two had spent a couple of hours just talking and catching up, wanting to keep the conversation light before moving onto a more serious conversation. And Leanne, knowing how mentally exhausted Alana was, coaxed the girl into taking a short nap on her comfortable couch— one that Alana was very familiar with because not only was Leanne a great lawyer, she was a great friend who often looked after Alana like a mother would.
Not able to keep her eyes open any longer, she finally agreed and knocked out for a couple of hours while Leanne did some work in her home office.
Thankfully, Alana was able to nap comfortably as Daniel kept a change of comfortable clothing for her in the car. So, as soon as she walked through Leanne's doors, she immediately ditched her dress and heels, the same ones she had been wearing all day, and put on a pair of her favorite comfortable sweatpants.
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"She provoked me," defended Alana, feeling the comfort from the soft faux fur throw around her. "Came up to me and spewed a bunch of bullshit about how I was talentless and had nothing but my 100 million followers. She literally congratulated me but used that as an insult— I honestly have no fucking clue where she was going with all that."
Both Marianne and Leanne choked back a laugh. They could practically imagine how that awful conversation went. Marianne commended Alana for her patience— surprised that she didn't start throwing fists because if it had been Marianne in her position, she would've yanked Tiffany's extensions right off her head.
"It's probably all that spray tan getting to her head," giggled Marianne, huffing as she tried to catch her breath. "I'm just glad you put the she-devil in her place. I fucking love this bad bitch energy you've been emitting recently."
"Not going to lie, I kind of love this Alana as well," agreed Leanne, shifting to sit more comfortably on the armchair. Like Alana, she was wearing a pair of comfortable sweats, losing her usual pantsuit attire.
Alana remembered the first time she had met Leanne and how professional the lawyer looked— she even talked like one. But after getting to know one another and listening to Alana's story, Leanne became persistent to help Alana take down those responsible for hurting her, making their friendship flourish to a completely new level. Maybe it was the way she could hear the hurt in Alana's voice, or her own experience with trauma when she was younger, there was something that connected them on a deeper level.
