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💙Please vote, comment and share💙 "Blake get your ass down here!" I call up the stairs hoping he heard me. He seriously needs to remember I'm staying here for a week. I don't want to walk downstairs to see half naked girls passed out on the couch. "Blake Anthony Harrison!""Calm down !" He yells back, "My house, I'd like to sleep!""I would like to walk downstairs without seeing naked girls in the living room!" I call back and hear his door slam shut. "Dammit Bianca!" I hear his stomps echo as he heads downstairs. "Just go back home, mom and dad won't even notice you're there.""I'm not taking that risk," I say as he steps off the last step, "I can't handle them, especially when you aren't there.""Janet is," he persuades as he walks to the kitchen. I feel my phone vibrate in my jean pocket and I pull it out. Across the screen is Babe❤️, I hold up a finger to Blake to tell him to stop talking for a minute. My finger slides across the bar across the bottom answering the call. "Hey Bianca," my boyfriend says and I furrow my eyebrows. He never calls me Bianca. "Hey Ollie," I reply and I think I hear a sigh on the other end. My head is making things up so I just pretend I didn't hear it. "Can we meet at the Starbucks, by your brother's?" He asks and I raise an eyebrow. "Uh sure," I answer, "I'll meet you in ten.""Alright, see ya," he says and hangs up. I take my phone off my ear and look at the blank screen. "Everything alright?" Blake asks as he spreads peanut butter across his toasted bagel. "Oliver wants to meet for coffee," I tell him and put my phone in my pocket, "I'll be back later Blake. By the time I'm back that red head better be out of here." I head to the front door and hear him yell after me, "she's in my house, I say when she leaves or not." I smile as I take my blue winter coat off the hook and put it on over my black tanktop.  My black UGG boots slip right onto my feet and I grab my keys. My car is my baby. It's a red Tesla Model X. If anything ever happens to this car I'd cry. At Starbucks---> I've ordered a Grande Double Chocolatey Chip Frappuccino and I am currently sitting alone at a table in the corner. My blueberry muffin that I ordered is already gone and only a few crumbs are left. I've been sitting here for twenty minutes, thirty since I left Blake's house. Every few moments I glance down at my phone hoping I didn't miss a text or call from Oliver. My drink is half way gone already and glance around the shop. My foot is tapping quickly under the table and I try to stop it by putting my hand on my knee. Unfortunately that doesn't work and my foot makes a quiet tapping noise. "Bianca?" I look up to see Oliver. His black hair poking in every single direction and his green eyes dark. There are light bags under his eyes and he's fidgeting with his fingers. I look up at him asking if he wants to sit without actually talking. "I think it's better if I stand." With that he shoves his hands into his black Adidas sweatpants, the sleeves off his green sweatshirt scrunch up slightly. "Is everything okay Ollie?" I ask and stand up. He takes a small step back and I reach out to set my hand on his arm. My fingers graze the sleeve of his sweatshirt and he jerks his arm back. "I've been pacing outside for thirty minutes wondering how to word this," he tells me quickly taking his hand out of his pocket to run it through his hair. "I'm breaking up with you.""What?" I choke out hoping I was just hearing things. He looks down and I gasp slightly. "You're serious. Wow, okay," I mutter and pick up my drink off my table. I pop the lid off and pour the rest of my drink on the top of his head. "Guess I deserve that," he mumbles and I scoff. "Guess? No you totally deserve that," I laugh, "I have no clue where this came from and frankly I don't know if I can handle an explanation. Please don't try to contact me again Oliver." I throw away the cup away on my way out and I hurry to my car. Once I close the door I feel more tears stream down my cheeks. I wipe my tears off with the palm of my hand before I start my car. Oliver is standing a few cars down from mine with his hair and sweatshirt covered in my drink. My eyes quickly avert away from him and I pull out of my parking spot. There is only one person who can make me feel better right now, Janet. I speed to my home not caring that my parents are actually home. "Bianca dear," Janet smiles as she gives me a hug. She pulls away and once she sees my tear stained cheeks she loses her smile, "Oh come in." She takes me to the couch and sits next to me. "Oliver broke up with me," I sob and wrap my arms around her. She hugs my back and runs her hand through my blonde hair. "He just called me this morning and we met at Starbucks. I waited and once he had the balls to actually come inside he broke up with me! It was out of no where! We had no arguments or fights! We would've been dating for five years in a couple months!" I stop talking and cry onto Janet's shoulder. She whispers small talk into my ear in a soothing voice. With my sobbing I didn't hear my parents enter the room. "Bianca are you alright?" Dad asks and I want to laugh. I'm perfectly fine while I sob into Janet's shoulder. "I'll leave to give you three time," Janet says pulling away from out hug, "if you need anything I'll be in the kitchen.""Oh sweetheart what's wrong?" mom asks as her and dad sit on both sides of me. "Oliver broke up with me," I cry and lean onto my mom's shoulder. Dad rubs my back and looks at me with sad eyes. "I love him, he's gone now. What did I do wrong?""You did nothing bumble bee," dad whispers and takes my hand in his, "Oliver is just an ass.""Phillip!" Mom scolds and dad chuckles. "I'm serious Anne," dad tells her as I look up at him, "and I have just the right idea." He kisses my head and mom's before he heads upstairs ."Let's go get some ice cream," mom says standing the both of us up, "I saw cookies 'n cream in there." I grin slightly at my favorite ice cream flavor and walk with my mom to the kitchen.

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It's been three hours since I made it to my parents house. My mom and I ate all the cookies n' cream ice cream that we had. We watched Disney movies, they can make anyone happy. Of course we watched my favorite, Mulan, then we watched Dumbo. My dad came back to the living room after two hours. He looked tired but relieved. I asked him what he was doing for the past two hours and he just said business stuff. Business, the awful word I try to avoid. Even though I can't really, I'm 'boss' of my mom's fashion headquarters here in New York. Her main building is in L.A., but she's hardly ever there. She spends a lot of her time in Paris with some of the best designers in the world. I don't design much,  I can and do when I feel like it, I'm mostly in charge of the business trades through New York and making sure we are making a good profit. "Is Bia here?" I hear a yell from the front door, obviously Blake. "Shut up Blake!" I yell back and lay back down on the couch, my head next to my mom's legs. "You said you'd be back soon," Blake says sternly when he gets into the room. "You've been gone for three hours and didn't even call me!""Blake Anthony!" Mom scolds as she stands up, "your sister's boyfriend just broke up with her. She is very upset and doesn't want to listen to your yelling.""It's alright mom," I sniff and stand up next to her. From all my crying my nose got really runny. "Besides Blake I said I'd be back later, not soon.""Call me next time," he softens, not wanting to get in trouble with mom again. "Blake you're here, perfect!" dad cheers as he comes in from the kitchen. "I'd like to talk to you in my office." He turns on his heel and heads right back up to his office. Blake hugs mom and kisses the top of my head before he follows my dad up the stairs. "Janet can you go get more cookies n' cream ice cream?" Mom asks noticing Janet in the doorway. "Of course ma'am," Janet nods while she replies and leaves the room. Blake and I never make any of the maids or butlers go get food, we usually do it ourselves. It's a sense of being normal. "Mom she doesn't have to," I turn to face my mother who has signaled a maid to come and clean up the bowls and spoons. When my parents aren't here the maids and butlers do whatever they feel the need to. Blake and I usually clean up after ourselves so they get paid for showing up. "With what I think your father is planning," mom sighs before she takes a deep breath, "you are going to need more." She leaves the room, leaving me alone and confused. I stand there for a moment before I head up to my room. My room is simple. The walls are light brown panels with a dark brown border, making large squares and rectangles through out the room. Above my headboard there are two strips of light on the wall. On the left side of my bed there are closets built up a little off the ground. The doors are the same dark brown as the borders and there is two closets. My headboard is a dark brown wood that goes half way up my wall. I usually keep white sheets and covers on my bed but sometimes I like to use the burgundy sheets in my closet. On the right side of my bed are glass doors and windows that go from the floor to ceiling. That leads into my bathroom which is a full bath. I have two dark brown wooden nightstands on each side of my bed. They have a redwood lamp stand with a white lamp shade on top of them. On the right nightstand I always keep a small pot of flowers, usually daisies. I grab my phone out of my pocket and lay down on my bed. My phone has a hundred messages from my best friend, Kayla Olson. She is a couple years younger than me, twenty-two, but she is the best person in the world. She was in one of my college classes and we were put together for an assignment. From there we've been best friends. Kay-Boo 8:37 a.m. OMG Bi! 8:38 a.m. My friend who works at Starbucks just texted me! 8:46 a.m. He's such a twat! 8:53 a.m . You deserve better. 9:02 a.m. Seriously Bi! Can you answer me, I want to make sure you're okay! 9:28 a.m. My friend got it of video if it makes you feel better. You can laugh at him getting covered in a frappuccino. 9:55 a.m. Bianca Anne Harrison! 10:14 a.m. If I find out that you are ignoring me I'll kick your ass! 10:52 a.m. We are going out tonight, we'll meet at yours Pick me up at 9:30 and I'll tell you 11:22 a.m. 11:22 a.m. Nice to know you are alive! I'll see you then, you better be ready to party I turn my phone off and lay back on to my bed. Tonight I'm going to get drunk. I need to let loose. Have some fun. After laying down for a good ten minute I get up and go to my closet. I'm only staying at Blake's for the week so almost all of my clothes are still here. I spend twenty minutes trying to find the perfect dress. Most of the clothes in my closet are from my mom's company. If I didn't wear something designer my mom would lose it, you don't want to see my mom pissed off. I pull out a black dress that I designed. It stops about two inches under my butt, on the sides of my ribs there is a diamond cut that isn't too large. The v cut goes down to the tip of my ribs, showing off more cleavage than I usually would. The back is covered and it has long sleeves. Kay loves this dress so I decide to wear it later. My shoes I'll worry about later but for now I lay my dress on my bed and head back downstairs. "We are having a family dinner at six," mom tells me as I enter the kitchen to get a water, "oh and I'm going to need those designs by Monday Bianca." Monday! It's Saturday and most people don't go into the office Sunday. I groan internally then head to the living room. I can't get these designs done by Monday! She gave us the order on Thursday, we have only four designs done! "Bumble bee come here," dad says while he's in the middle of the stairs.  This is the most my parents ever talk to me. I get up and head up to my dad's office with him. I don't know where Blake is, maybe he went home while I was in my room. "What's up dad?" I ask as I sit on one of the comfy white chairs in his office. I lean against one arm rest and throw my legs over the other. "Dinner tonight is business," he tells me, "The Baileys will be coming over tonight,  you need to behave. No smart comments or anything. This deal is very important to the company.""They own that hotel chain right? The Queen Suites?" I ask and he nods, "that's like the largest hotel chain in he world! I hope the deal works for you!" He offers me a sad smiles and I furrow my eyebrows. My dad makes billions off of the most ridiculous thing ever. His father, my grandpa, started an appliance business. Like house appliances. We make everything you could think of, stoves, refrigerators, washing machines, dryers. Anything you can think of, we make. You wouldn't think that we'd be rich off of it but boy are we. That's why I'm glad Blake is taking over the company and I'm taking over the clothes company. My dad around five years ago bought out a furnishing company. We sell everything you need in a home, half of our stock goes to stores like IKEA and Sears. I'm guessing this deal has to do them buying our appliance and furniture or something like that. I usually stay away from my dad's company. It gets too confusing.

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"The Baileys will be here any minute Bianca! Hurry your ass up!" Blake yells from the other side of my door. I have on a red knee length dress. It covers the tops of my shoulders and fits my chest perfectly. At my waist it flows out slightly giving me the ability to actually move my legs. I curled my blonde hair into loose ringlets and put of blood red lipstick. My eyeshadow is a light brown on the inside corner and fades into black. My black eyeliner makes an almost perfect wing and my mascara makes my eyelashes larger than ever. Even though we are staying home for the dinner I still wear heels, they are black open-toed platform heels with a strap around my ankle. This is going to be my hair and makeup for tonight with Kay, along with the shoes. "I'm coming, just stop yelling," I somewhat yell as I leave my bathroom. My phone is laying on my bed so I quickly pick it up before I open my bedroom door. Blake is standing outside in the hallway waiting for me. I'm guessing my mom picked out what he was to wear because he looks pissed. He has on a royal blue silk button up shirt, black dress pants, and a solid white tie. His shoes are black leather oxfords, that I know he hates. Mom styled his hair with gel. Blake's hair is somewhat long, long enough for it to be put back into a man bun. Almost everyone knows that this is becoming a style, except my mom hates it. She thinks that men shouldn't grow their hair out to do styles that a woman would do. I know a bit sexist but she is old fashioned. I don't mind them, if a guy wants to know the struggles of having long hair then I say you let him. Anyway his hair is gelled back and made into a perfect man bun. I bet mom wanted to chop it off while she was doing it. Blake only did it to make mom mad but he ended up really liking it. I don't like him having one because he steals all my neutral colored hair ties. I get stuck with the bright green and pink ones because of him. "Looks like princess is finally done," Blake jokes as he pushes himself off the wall, "although I think she needs more time, she still looks awful.""You are such a jerk," I say and shove his shoulder, "besides mom made this dress, I'll make sure to tell her what you said.""I was talking about your face!" He calls after me as I carefully make my way down the stairs. "She made that too!" I retort, "I don't think you need to know how, considering it's what you do every night!""Not every night," he defends himself as we walk to the front door. I give him a look and he rolls his eyes, "okay maybe a lot but-""Charlotte it's so good to see you!" We hear mom and we hurry to the door. When we get there mom is hugging a woman around her age. Her hair is a dark brown, you can tell its been dyed and her eyes are a bright green. She probably had men at her feet when she was my age. Dad is shaking a man's hand who has dark grey hair, possibly a little older than dad, and dark brown eyes. Behind them there is a man who is around 30, a little younger than Blake. His hair was a dark brown and slightly curly, his eyes were a deep brown, across his chin and jaw he had a stubble and separating the slight beard from the mustache were plump lips. He was in a navy suit and tie with a white button up. He was probably the hottest guy on the planet. And people said brown eyes were boring? Who ever said that clearly hasn't met him. "This is our daughter Bianca and our son Blake," I hear my dad say and I look away from the man. I smile at the elderly man who was shaking hands with my father just moments ago. "Hello Mr. Bailey," I say as I shake his hand, "it's a pleasure to meet you and your family.""It's wonderful to meet you too Bianca," he responds before he turns to shake hands with my brother. After Blake and I both said hello to Mr. and Mrs. Bailey we were introduced to the man. "This is our son Leon," Mr. Bailey says as he steps out of his son's way. "Great to meet you Mr. Harrison," the man, Leon, says. His voice is deep and has a slight British accent to it. That kind of confused me because neither of his parents had accents. "Nice to meet you Bianca," He says holding his hand out to me after he already met the rest of my family.I reach out and shake his hand before I offer him a smile, "you as well Leon.""Now that we all know each other let's go to the dining room," mom smiles before she leads the way. Mr. and Mrs. Bailey walk hand in hand like my parents. Blake was walking ahead of me while I was in the back with Leon. He's a lot taller than I thought he was when I first saw him. Probably a little more than six feet. I reach five eight in these heels, usually I'm 5'4 or 5'5. Dinner was going well. I found out that recently Mr. Bailey had handed off the company to Leon. They have another son, Charles, who lives in Los Angeles. He is studying to be a movie director, he's only twenty-two. Leon is thirty and just moved back to America. He went to university in England and lived there helping run the major hotels in London. That explains why he has an accent, he must've picked it up. "Anybody up for dessert?" Mom asks after a good ten minutes. Everyone had been done with their meals. The two fathers nod their heads and mom goes to the kitchen with Mrs. Bailey. "Bianca," dad says and I look over at him. Blake stormed out of the room, leaving me confused. Why did he leave like that, dad just said my name? "Everything alright?" I ask him as I furrow my eyebrows. "I love you very much bumble bee," he starts off and I know this isn't leading anywhere good. Mr. Bailey looks over at his son and Leon is staring at his father confused. "Liam and I had arranged this deal before the company was handed down to Leon. When you were nineteen or so, right after we bought the furnishing company, our profits started to go down. Mr. Bailey had reached out for me proposing a deal. He would give me the money I needed to get my company back on it's feet in return for your hand," he tells me and my eyes widen. Like hand in marriage? "So you will be marrying Leon in three months.""What!" Leon and I both exclaim as we stand up. His chair squeaks against the ground as is slides back on the floor. "This is not fair!" I argue and look at my father. "This is the twenty-first century, arranged marriages are still a thing?" Leon asks his voice raising. "Why couldn't you ask mom for money?" I ask and dad looks at his hands guiltily. "She didn't know, I didn't want to worry her. That's the year she was expanding her company into Paris.""Son, sit," Mr. Bailey commanded and Leon laughed humorlessly. "Are you going to make me do that too?" He chuckles, "I'm like a piece in your fucking game that you can do anything with! Follow the damn rules for once father!" I'm taken back by what Leon just said and I can tell both of our fathers our too. "Business is business," Mr. Bailey says in a monotone voice, "you two will be moving in together at the end of the week. The wedding will take place March 23. I expect you to be a gentleman throughout this Leon." I feel my eyes stinging with tears and notice my father still isn't looking at me. "Excuse me," I choke out and run up to my room, hoping no one follows me.

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"Bianca, you have to come out now," mom says while she knocked on my door. It's now Sunday and I've been in my room since last night. Thank god for my snack stash I have. "I'm sick," I say in a raspy voice then fake a cough. "Bianca Anne," mom sighs and I sit up in my bed, "you need to go to work and get the designs going." I groan and throw my pillow at the door, "I'll be ready soon." I hear her walk off and I stand up. My neck hurts from the awkward sleeping position I was in and I move it from shoulder to shoulder loosening it up. I head to the bathroom and turn the water on until it is the perfect temperature. I stand under the water for a minute, letting it cascade down my back, warming up my body. I lather shampoo in my hair and make sure the excess is out before I rinse out the shampoo. The conditioner I put it and leave it. Grabbing my strawberry scented soap, I put some on the loofa before scrubbing my body. Once I'm done putting the soap on I rinse off the buds and the conditioner out of my hair. Because I'm in such a crappy mood I skip the shaving for another day and get out. The fluffy white towel makes me a little bit more warm after I stepped into the cold air. My hair I leave down and let it dry that way, I wash my face with my cleanser and head back to my room. My outfit consists of a black pencil skirt that goes to mid thigh, a red blouse that ties around my neck. The sleeves have a slight puff to them but it wraps around my wrists. I tuck it into my skirt before slipping on black heels. Once again I go back to my bathroom and put on quick make up. Just foundation, concealer, nude lipstick, and mascara. I could care less about my hair but I still brush it so it doesn't look so ratted. I texted Kay after dinner last night and she understood why I didn't want to go out. She said we are going out soon, she still is making me go. "Good you're ready," mom says standing up from her chair in the living room, "lets get to the office.""You're coming?" I ask as I slip on my black coat. My black Chanel purse and keys are by the door. "I'd like to see how everything is going," she replies as she follows me out. We get into the car and the first five minutes are quiet. "I'm sorry about last night, I had no idea darling.""I know mom," I tell her as I turn off my turn signal. "This is just a lot to take in. Oliver just broke up with me and next thing I know I'm engaged to a stranger.""At least he is cute," mom grins and I roll my eyes. "Maybe a little bit more than cute," I grin back and hers turns into a smile. "He seems like a good man for you," she says and I take a deep breath, that's what I thought about Oliver. "If it helps, I know your father only put up with Oliver for you. He hated that boy." I look over at her quickly in shock before I look back at the road, "why?""He just didn't believe that Oliver was good enough for you," mom answers and I reply with a curt nod. Soon enough we reach the office and I pull into the parking deck. I park in my reserved spot before we both get out. We head to the elevator then upstairs to my office. Last night I had sent out an email to my faculty saying I needed the designs Monday, mother's orders. Many of the employees at AG Fashion have been here and were employed by my mom. Mom started her company before she met dad. She only had it for three years before she married my dad. That's why there is a G for Gray instead of a H. "Welcome back Mrs. Harrison," my assistant smiles as we walk past her desk. She always makes my calls to my mom when it's business. I hate talking business with my mom, well just business in general. "Hello Isabelle," mom replies before we go into my office. I notice a file on my desk and I open the folder. There is a small stack of designs, Isabelle must've brought them in here. "Looks like we already have quite a few done," I mumble to myself as I look through the designs. It's for our spring collection, and my team has done a great job. The design on top is gorgeous. Its a white skater skirt, a long sleeve off the shoulder light pink top, black tights, and white ballet flats. The corner has a signature, obviously it was made by Taylor. She is one of the new designers, she was hired five months ago, only recently graduating. Taylor is super shy but has amazing talent she will always be with this company as long as I'm around. "That's amazing," mom says as she picks up the paper, "did Tatiana make this?""Taylor Piper," I tell her as her eyes scan the paper, "she was hired five months ago, right out of college. She is amazing.""She is," mom nods in agreement. "I'd like to meet her. Call her in.""If she is here," I tell mom as I pick up the phone on my desk. I call Isabelle to go get her, luckily she is here. "Don't be to over the top mom, she's very shy." After a few minutes, mom has looked through designs and has thrown a couple out. "Miss, Taylor is here," Isabelle says through the phone. "She can come in," I reply before I set the phone down once again. I hear my door open and Taylor walks in. She's absolutely beautiful, but I don't think she knows it. She's taller than me, around 5'8. Her long auburn hair is naturally curly and goes to the middle of her back. Her eyes are a bright green and she has freckles all across her cheeks. "It's wonderful to meet you Taylor," mom says and it looks as if Taylor's eye pop out of her head. "Y-you as w-well Mrs. Harrison," Taylor stutters and I grin at her shyness. Mom stands up and walks over to her. "You are a very beautiful girl Taylor," mom says and I see Taylor's face flush. "Thank you," she says shyly. "You'll be the model for this outfit," mom tells her holding out Taylor's design, "I will give you further information about it soon.""Really?" Taylor smiles when she looks at her design, "t-thank you Mrs. Harrison. I have no idea what to say.""You don't need to say anything," mom smiles at her, "I'd like you to continue making designs like this.""Of course ma'am," Taylor says and hurries out of the room. "Model?" I ask with a smile as I display designs across my desk. "She has a model's body," mom shrugs as she puts the design on top of the folder, "besides she'd look best in it, I can tell.""Looks like she'll need an agent soon," I joke as I stack the ones that I'm not keeping. "We need ten more designs.""Tomorrow I expect them to be done," mom says sternly, "I need to get all the designs from all over approved." Mom has each country design their own spring selection, she believes that they should be able to make something that they'd actually wear. Not something that is just trending in America. Of course mom just chooses the top designs from each country by putting the twenty designs from each office in that country. It's actually quite complicated so I won't go into it. "Oh, Leon is here waiting at the front," mom speaks up and my eyes widen. "What?" I choke out and she rolls her eyes. "You two are choosing a house today," mom tells me, "your father and Liam have chosen three for you two to choose from.""We aren't just living in his flat?" I ask and mom shakes her head. "You two need a home if you are going to be married," mom says and I sigh. Marriage doesn't seem right. "Alright," I say and put my purse back on my shoulder. I toss my keys to her and tell her to be careful with my baby. "See you at home." I head down the elevator to the main floor. Once the elevator doors open I walk out the front door and see a charcoal grey Tesla Model 3. The window rolls down and Leon bends his down so I can see him, "Lets go!" he calls at me and I get out of my phase. Oh how I want this car. "When did you get this?" I ask as I touch the dashboard. "My car?" he asks and I nod as I look around. This looks better than my Tesla. "A month or so ago.""I wish I could have it," I say as I buckle up. "Mines a Model X.""You have a Tesla?" He asks in shock and I nod back confused "Who knew you would have one.""Excuse me?" I ask and look over at him. "You are just a daddy's girl, I can tell. Besides I didn't think fashion designers wanted Teslas," he says and I glare at him. "Just because I design clothes doesn't mean I'm a girly girl," I say and cross my arms over my chest. "Alright love," he chuckles, his accent showing. God, British accents are my new weakness.

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"So we have to actually agree on a house?" Leon asks and I roll my eyes. "Why else would we look at three houses?" I ask rhetorically. "Well I get one house, you get the other and the last is for people to think we actually live together. Throw stupid parties and crap there," he says and I just look at him as we look at the three houses. We have already been on the tour for all of them and they are amazing. They all have the same amount of rooms, too many, and are all close to the city. Apparently his offices are just a few blocks away from mine, small world. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," I tell him as I look at the middle picture. "This one is my favorite." He points to the third one, "I prefer this one.""The only difference is the pool has a slide," I say and look over at him. "Exactly," he says, "Who wouldn't want a slide with their pool?""We can buy one," I tell him, "I prefer this house.""What about house number one?" He asks as he looks at the picture, "this one does have a bigger yard, Max would enjoy it.""Max?" I ask and he nods. "Max," he says as he pulls out his phone. He swipes the screen a few times before showing me a picture. "He's my dog, only eight months old.""He is so cute!" I gush as I look at the German Shepherd puppy laying in the grass. "We could always add a pool to the yard. It's plenty big.""And a slide," he smirks as he tucks his phone back in his pocket. "Now that I look at it, I'm liking the first house more and more," I grin as I look over at him. "First house it is then," he replies and stacks the three pictures. "I'll take you home now." We were at his office, it was closer to the last house. We've been here for almost an hour and we just started talking about the houses. I don't think either of us wanted to, because then it would be real. The pictures were across his desk and we just sat there looking at them, it did get awkward until he spoke up. "I can call my brother to come get me," I tell him as I put my black coat back on. "My father wouldn't approve of that," he says as he puts on his coat as well. I feel my phone buzz and I pull it out of my pocket. Kay-Boo pops up on the screen so I answer he call. "Hey Kay," I smile once my phone is against me ear. "I don't care that it's a Sunday, we are going out tonight,"she tells me, "I hate waiting.""I know," I laugh, "you are the most impatient person I know.""That's why you love me," you can hear the smirk in her voice. "I guess," I joke, "it's definitely not your feisty personality.""I am not feisty," she argues and I can tell she knows I'm giving her a look, "okay maybe at times I can be but that is not the point. I'll pick you up in an hour.""Alright," I reply, "see you soon Kay.""Bye Bi," she says before she ends the call. "You going somewhere?" Leon asks as we leave his office. "I'm going out tonight with my friend," I tell him, "you'll meet her soon. She'll go crazy over this whole thing.""Do you need me to drop you off at the club?" He asks as the elevator starts to go down. "Why do you assume its a club?" I ask and he rolls his eyes. "That's usually where people go if they are going out," he answers and I feel my face flush. "What if me and my friend just wanted to go out and get some pizza?" I ask regaining my composure. The elevator dings telling us we are on the main floor. "Kay and I eat a lot of pizza.""Seriously though," he says, "need me to drop you off?""At home," I tell him, "Kay is picking me up in an hour." He nods before we get into his car. He starts to drive towards my house and the drive is silent. Neither of us make an attempt to talk to the other and right now I don't really want to. I probably should find out more about him but I'm to shy to ask. Of course I don't come off as a shy person around my friends and family but I don't consider him either right now. Soon enough we get to my house and I leave his car without saying anything. He doesn't either and drives off once I'm a few feet away from his car. I hurry inside and up to my room to get ready. I only have thirty minutes now which isn't a lot of time. Good thing I already picked out my outfit so I quickly put that on. I slip on my shoes as I walk to the bathroom. The curling iron still has to heat up so I start on my make up. I do the same makeup I did last night for the dinner. It was meant for the club and not the dinner anyway and it's quick for me to do. Except tonight I use a white highlight to, well highlight, the inside corner of my eyes. I even did my eyebrows which took a little bit more time. Of course I redid my concealer and foundation. I put on bronzer and highlight along my cheeks. Kay said she'd be here in ten and I haven't even started my hair. I grab my curling iron and make loose curls with my hair. That takes me the whole ten minutes. Kay is waiting outside by the time I finish. I grab my black Chanel purse with the silver and black braided strap. My phone, lipstick, make up wipes, wallet, and gum all go in there. "You look hot girl!" Kay smile as I get in her car. "New dress?" I smile back, "thanks, I actually made this one. You look hot too! I see you are starting to wear my designs.""It's the best design you've ever done!" She tells me with excitement and I blush slightly. She's wearing a dress that I made, it's one of a kind. My mom doesn't even know I made it. It's a dark blue, almost black dress that literally stops right under her butt. It has a low v cut that goes to her stomach, farther down than mine. It has no sleeves, just covering her shoulders. In the back it cuts down to her lower back. This is obviously the most revealing dress I've ever made which is why my mother doesn't know about it. Kay asked me to make her a sexy one of a kind dress, so I did just that. "Thanks Kay," I tell her as we turn down a road, "where are we going tonight?""The Spiral," she tells me with a smirk, "this place is always busy, no matter what day it is. We are going to have the time of our lives. We chat on the drive there, I tell her the story with Oliver. She said it was a low move and that he was a scumbag. I couldn't agree more with that. I even told her about me new engagement. She almost slammed on her brakes, I could feel the car start to stop but she realized we were on a busy road. She made me give her all the details. Apparently Leon is the number one bachelor in America. I don't pay to much attention to the tabloids because they just lie. I've been in there stupid gossip countless times. "Here we are!" She squeals as she pulls her car up front. There is a valet and they take the car for us. We go through the VIP entrance and hear complains from the people waiting in the long lines. "We are dancing first!" She drags me to the dance floor and a guy immediately grabs her waist. He isn't a bad looking guy, light brown hair, blue eyes, a nice jaw line. He is on the verge of cute becoming hot. Kay just smirks up at the guy before she sways her hips against his front. Kay isn't shy when in comes to strangers, she is very open. This happens at every club we go to. I on the other hand usually just get in with a group of people and dance. No one will really notice you that way. "Hey babe," I hear a voice behind me and I look up. He is hot. No clue who he is but he is definitely hot. He has dark auburn hair, hazel eyes, a very chiseled face and a slight stubble coming on. Not as hot as Leon but close. "Hey," I reply glad my voice didn't crack or do anything dumb. "Wanna dance?" He asks and I open my mouth to say no but I get distracted by a man who comes in. A man with brown hair and brown eyes, perfect face and body. Wearing a pair of black jeans and a grey muscle t-shirt. My so called fiancé. Except there is something. He has his arm wrapped around a black haired girls waist, who is wearing a dress three times to small and barely covering her butt. The girl is pretty, prettier than me by a long shot, but you can just assume what she does by what she wears. I'm not going to judge her or anything because I don't know for sure. The girl reaches up and brings his face to hers kissing him roughly. He responds to the kiss and she ends up against the wall. I turn my attention away from them and smile at the the auburn haired man in front of me. "Who would say no to your pretty face?" I flirt as I turn so my back is against him.

Chapter 6 6

Kay looked over at me and looked shocked for a second before she winked. I smirked back before I start to sway my hips against his. He pulls me closer to him and keeps a firm grip on my waist, but not too tight. His mouth is right by my ear and he whispers, "Kyle, my name.""Bianca," I reply and push back into him. He takes a sharp breath before he starts to move along with me. "Damn babe you can dance," he whispers in my ear and I smirk. "I can do a lot of things," I whisper back and he turns me to face him. "Is that so?" He asks with a slight grin. "Maybe," I say teasingly and run my hand down his covered chest. "How about we get a drink?" He asks looking into my eyes, "on me.""Sure," I reply and he takes us to a high table. "I'll wait here." He nods before he walks off to the bar. I look around and see Kay is now making out with the black haired guy. Past them in the special VIP section, there is just a few couches and waiters bringing you drinks, I see Leon and the chick he brought with him. He is sitting on the couch with the girl straddling his waist. Her hands are running through his hair as they make out and his are roaming all over her body. I hold back a gag as I see one of his hands run up her leg. My eyes quickly avert away from the disgusting scene and I notice Kyle coming back. "I wasn't sure what you liked, but you look like a tequila girl," he says setting a small glass in front of me. "You assumed right," I tell him, "tequila is my favorite." Surprisingly it actually is. When I turned twenty-one Blake bought me so much alcohol, we never finished it. He bought at least five different brands of whiskey, a few brands of rum, probably ten bottles of different wines, same goes for champagne, a six pack of fifteen different brands of beers, and a bunch of tequila. Blake loves tequila so he bought the most of it so he could drink it too. Even though I wasn't going to drink ninety bottles of beer. "Glad I did," he smiles before sitting down. "So am I," I smile back and we each take a drink from our glass. Man I love tequila. After a few drinks each we head back to the dance floor. I have no clue where Kay went but she'll be back soon. My head is starting to feel the effects of the alcohol but I'm barely even tipsy, I can tell Kyle is the same. We go back to the position we were in before, my back against his front and me swaying back and forth. His hands find my sides, resting over the diamond cuts in my dress. "Bi, time to go," Kay says and grabs my arm. Kyle reluctantly lets go of my waist as Kay drags me away. I look back at him and he looks confused. "What the hell?" I ask as I pull my arm away from her grasp. "Your freaking fiancé is here and looks like he doesn't care you are," Kay says as she pulls me to the bar, of course it is right next to the VIP section. "I know he is," I tell her, "I could care less." I look over at Leon and the chick on his laps. His lips have found there way down her neck and I want to puke again. "He is a dick.""I can tell," she mutters as she looks over my shoulder. "You need to get him to somehow look at you and kiss the hell out of that guy you were with.""Make him jealous?" I ask and she nods. I laugh for a few seconds before I look at her, "by the looks of it he won't get jealous.""Doesn't hurt to try," she tells me and takes my hand, "get on the table and dance.""What?" I ask in shock as she drags me Kyle. "Get on that table and dance," she says, "it'll be better if you pretend you are drunk." I look at her knowing she won't give up on this. "Alright fine, get a good song playing." She smiles as she pushes me to Kyle and runs to the DJ. "Hello again babe," he smirks as his hands find my waist. "I wanna put on a show," I tell him and place my hand on his chest. I hear the song change and smirk once I hear what it is. Kyle looks confused but I drag him over to a table. I climb on to the table and smirk at Kay. She requested This is What you Came For by Calvin Harris. I dance away, thanking Kay mentally for telling me that this is how you do it. After a couple minutes of dancing and a crowd around the table I glance over at Leon to see him staring at me while the girl kisses down his neck. I grab Kyle's arm, lucky that it was in reach, and tell him to come up with me. It took him a little convincing but soon he came up with me. Thankful that the table kept the both of us up, I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought his lips to mine. One of his hands wraps around my waist and the other rests against my cheek. After a minute or so of kissing we pull back and get off the table. "Sooo sorry but we have to go," Kay smiles while she drags out the 'o'. I look up at Kyle and kiss his cheek before I get dragged by Kay once again. "OMG! Leon Bailey left the club because of you!""He really left?" I ask with a smile as we walk outside. Kay tells the valet to get her car and a black Lamborghini pulls up. "Thanks," a voice, British, says as he takes the keys from the valet driver. Of course Leon was still outside, why wouldn't he be. We make eye contact before he gets in his car and drives off. "He is so gonna fall for you," Kay gushes as her car pulls to the front, "and hard.""I don't want to know what is going to lead to that," I tell her as I get in the passengers seat. "It's going to be like you are in a movie," Kay smiles as she drives off, "I'm going to make sure you make him jealous as hell in these next few months, he's going to want to marry you.""Who wouldn't?" I joke as I flip my hair over my shoulder. We both laugh as we continue down the road.

Chapter 7 7

My mom decided to be the worst person in the world today. It's been a couple days since the club. The only time I was with Leon was yesterday because we were going furniture shopping. Well if you call looking through my dad's stock shopping. The bonus is we get it for free, I know we are rich but I don't like to spend my parent's money. I get my paycheck and buy what I need for it. Except my parent's won't even let me pay a little rent. Anyway we didn't talk at all. My mom pointed to something and if we both nodded then we got it. We only got enough for the kitchen, dining room, living room, our room, and a office for him. The other rooms we will worry about later. Back to why my mom is the worst? We have an engagement party in two hours. Guess when I found out about it? Five minutes ago! Like what?! I didn't even get to go out and buy a new dress. The parents, both mine and Leon's, said the reason we were told now instead of a few days ago is because they didn't want us to stress. Lets be real, they didn't want us to find an excuse to move the party. "This one is perfect," Kay says as she rummages through my closet. She always has my back in situations like these. I may be the fashion designer but she has much better taste then me. I slip on the off the shoulder white dress that ends a little below my knee, with the top few inches ruffling down. Of course Kay put some color into the outfit and picked a pair of blue suede heels with a red sole. On my earring stand I find a pair of gold and blue earrings that Kay actually got me yesterday as an engagement present. That's probably why she gave me the blue heels. "Make up," Kay says as she ushers me back into the bathroom, that's where my vanity is. She pushes me on to the seat and starts to brush out my hair. After who knows how long she puts everything in her hands down and sighs with relief. She mutters a 'thank god I did my own hair and makeup before I came.' I smile as I look at my makeup. Foundation and concealer are perfect, bronzer looks awesome, highlight is popping, my eyes have a blue eyeshadow on the bottom of my eyelid and a light brown around my whole eye, my mascara is making my eyelashes freaking long, eyeliner doesn't go out into a wing, and there is glitter all on the blue. My lipstick is a glossy nude that looks awesome. I'm not sure how she even did my hair, but it looks great. I think she twisted large strands and pinned them into a bun. "You are a life saver Kay," I smile as I enter my room. "You are a life taker Bi," she jokes as she falls back onto my bed, "you are killing me with that look!" I laugh as I help her sit up. "Mom probably wants me downstairs," I tell her as I check my phone. "You only have a little less than twenty minutes before the party starts," she says as she stands up, "you probably want to get going.""That took you a long freaking time!" I exclaim as she pushes me out my door. "Beauty takes time Bi," she smiles, "now go wow everyone." I head downstairs and find my family and Leon's all downstairs. Even Leon's brother, I'm guessing. He has looks similar to Leon, just green eyes instead of brown. My mom looks over at me and gasps slightly. "Darling, Kay is amazing," mom says as she hugs me, "you look stunning.""Thanks mom," I smile as I hug her back. "Beautiful as always bumble bee," dad smiles and I crash him with a hug. He leans his head down close to my ear and whispers, "I'm so sorry." I pull back slightly before I reply, "it's okay dad." He gives me a kiss on my cheek before I hug Blake, "not your best.""You are terrible at jokes," I tell him when I pull away. "Who said I was joking?" He jokes as he smirks. "Bianca dear you look wonderful," Mrs. Bailey says as she hugs me. "This is our other son Charles. Charles, this is Bianca.""Nice to meet you," I say giving him a polite smile with a handshake. He replies close to the same and I say hello to Mr. Bailey. Leon has yet to say anything and doesn't make an attempt to until our families head to the kitchen. "Here," he says holding out a velvet red box. It's small so I can only guess what's inside, "you have to wear it tonight.""Bossy? I ask as I open the box. It's absolutely gorgeous. "This is beautiful, thanks." "We have to look engaged when the party starts," he tells me and I roll my eyes. No duh. "Just remember faking is easy. Especially when you have to pretend to love me. You don't really pretend, everyone does love me." "This is why I can't stand you," I mutter as I slip the ring on my left ring finger. I shut the box shut and shove it back in his hand, "and just so you know, we aren't sharing the bedroom when we move into the new house. You will be gladly taking the couch." "No I will not-" I head to the back yard, ignoring what he is saying. I can't stand him. When I first met him he must've been putting on an act or something. He seemed shy and polite, he's not shy and definitely not polite. Good thing I kept this garden and made sure it was kept up with. It is a wonderful place to relax and get away from the stress. Especially when it is cause by your selfish fiancé. Even better to be spending my Christmas in two days with such a wonderful guy.