A/N: Enjoy!
Chapter 5
Waldorf Astoria, Suite 4308
Santana Lopez. That was her name and she was… quick.
"I'm sorry but your services won't be needed because I'm not working for him." I told her and she just looked at me.
"Here's a few items for you to try on and a few I would suggest for dinner." She said completely ignoring what I said.
She handed me three different skirts, two sheer blouses and one blazer.
I shook my head.
"I'm not wearing any sheer shirts, I don't have any underwear! Also how in the hell do you know my sizes?" I asked throwing the clothes on the bed.
She rolled her eyes.
"Listen, I am here to do my job, not get involved in Sam's shit. So you can either put the clothes on or I will dress you myself."
I could tell she was serious.
"I… why on earth is this man doing this? I told him I don't remember him!"
"Maybe that's why he's doing it." She replied looking at her watch then back at me.
I sighed because that wasn't a good enough excuse but I could at least pretend.
"Fine but I will pull what I want and then I'm leaving." I said and she just shrugged.
I looked through the clothes and picked five different outfits, six pairs of shoes and a single dress. I had to be smart if I wanted to get away from him so I would play his game but the second he let his guard down I would be gone.
"Whatever you're planning won't work." Santana said, handing me a matching bra and panties set. "He's not used to losing so you'll need to plan harder."
I looked at her then narrowed my eyes. "He said no underwear."
"Ha! Yeah, your plan isn't going to work." She quipped before grabbing the other garments and walking out of the suite.
I looked over the clothing and decided on the white, high waist pencil skirt that had a zipper running along the back and the navy blue blouse. He wanted to play, then I would play.
I took a quick shower and got dressed because whether I liked it or not, I still had to represent my company. I put on the clothes and right as I slipped my shoes on there was a knock on the door.
I opened it. It was the man from earlier.
"Ms. Jones."
I gave him a curt nod and he just smiled.
Crazy how there were two of them walking around in the place but only one managed not to come off as an asshole. Yet.
"I assume he's having me escorted?" I asked as he led me to the elevators.
He just looked at me before pressing the button.
"You're free to leave whenever you want, you just haven't required it." He answered and admittedly that response threw me for a loop.
"Me yelling at him isn't enough?"
He chuckled.
"Yelling is what toddlers do when they don't get their way, you don't come off as childish so why present yourself in such a manner?"
"You don't even know me." I retorted and stepped onto the elevator.
He smirked. "There you go being childish again."
"How about you just do whatever he's 'requiring' you to do and stop talking to me."
He turned and faced be, he was slightly taller than Sam but they both shared those same eyes.
I squared my shoulders at him and looked back at him letting him know I would go toe to toe if I needed to but to his luck the elevator stopped.
"You got lucky." I snipped and he just smiled before leading me to the conference room.
"Have fun." He quipped then walked away.
Have fun?
Six Years Ago.
Vaguely.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME!" I shouted.
Mark just let out a heavy breath before looking at me. "I don't know what I want from you either."
I took a step back and looked at him. I didn't understand where this change came from but he'd come home and started arguing with me about small things.
"Why are you being like this?" I asked and he looked away.
"I think we should take a break." He responded, refusing to make eye contact with me.
What the fuck?
"Mark…" I started but stopped. "Fine, am I moving out or are you?" I asked and the look that crossed his face was enough to let me know that he was leaving.
I nodded. "Well leave the key underneath the mat." I said, trying to stifle my voice cracking.
"I'll come back for my things tomorrow…" Mark said before walking out.
I heard him go down the stairs. There was some shuffling.
He was getting his briefcase. The door opened then softly shut, I shook my head.
He wouldn't even slam the door.
Hell I would have!
I sat down on our bed and sighed. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why he'd reacted that way but I wasn't about to let this make me feel bad.
One Week Later.
Mark hadn't called and I hadn't tried to get in contact with him. I was, however, very horny.
That was the only problem… he's the only man I'd been with and I was used to regular sessions but now I only had a vibrator.
I should probably be more broken up about us taking a break but I was more so confused because it still didn't make sense. I needed to get out.
Admittedly I cried for three days before I had to remind myself that I didn't end things. I grabbed my phone to call Blaine.
If I asked you to make out with me would that be considered cheating?
Girl what?
Seriously if I asked you to make out with me would it be considered cheating? Also would you?
One, technically no because I'm only in the flirting stages with this guys and two, if I was drunk enough yes.
I think I'm going to get some drinks, wanna come?
I can't, I have a date, why not go with Mark?
He's working late, tell me how the date goes okay?
Okay… call me later.
Will do by B!
I hung up and sighed before walking into my closet to find something to wear.
A few drinks wouldn't hurt right?
Waldorf Astoria, Conference room.
Present Day.
I walked inside expecting to see a room full of people. Nope.
It was just him and me.
He looked me over before nodding. "And here I thought you'd show up bra less to try to embarrass me." He joked.
I would have but he probably would've made everyone leave so he could fuck me.
My kitty hummed in excitement at that thought. She's the real villain here.
"Unlike you I'm very professional and don't hold people hostage." I replied and he chuckled.
He stood up and walked over to where I was standing. Purposely I didn't walk fully into the room to keep distance between us.
Bad move.
He crowded my space as he towered over me and held my eyes with his intense ones.
I swallowed and tried not to squirm.
Easier said than done.
He cupped my cheek before using his thumb to trace the outline of my lips. I looked in his eyes and saw it.
He believed he knew me.
No. He knew me.
Fuck.
Let's go down this rabbit hole together!
