Moonstruck Desire

Listening to my boss chat my ear off about my behaviour at the last event wasn't really how I imagined my morning going. I woke up to my dog licking my face which honestly didn't start my day off too nicely.

Don't get me wrong, the little shit is the cutest thing on this earth but when it decided to lick my face it's the nastiest thing. I showered quickly and got dressed ready for work. The buzz around last months event literally just cooling down which made my job slightly easier.

As head of design I do a lot of work for the company that isn't seen but Jake my boss has decided that he wants me going to events to meet with people and make myself known in the industry. This I am incredibly thankful for.

But turns out it isn't such a good idea. Since some amateur designer thought they vocally spout some lies and random accusation about me. It was known that I don't come out to these events because honestly, I don't have the patience to deal with these idiots.

But she didn't know that I would show up that night. Safe to say I didn't take the comments well since she even had the audacity to make racial comments about my main model for the line. Say shit about me but talk absolute crap about my models or anyone who's working for me and I will willingly spill my drink all over her cheap dress.

That's exactly what I did. Didn't she deserve it as well?

"no, not a fucking chance Jake," I say slamming the door shut, I walked out of his office grabbing my bag already needing that lunch break. Unfortunately, I heard the faint sign of Jake walking up to my office.

"Selene, it's a business event I really need to go to this one you're making a speech" Jake decides to spill on me. I couldn't have spun my head around any faster than I did. Could he not have told me this earlier.

He winced at the look I was giving him. Good. Even though he is my boss I know I've got that effect on him. That's what happens when you practically helped build this company up to the standard it is at now.

"a speech? what the fuck do they want me to say I just design clothes for peat sake" I could tell Jake with annoyed with my voice. He rubbed his eyes before settling himself on my table.

This is a common scene with me and him. Nothing out of the ordinary. "you're a college dropout turned international designer this is what everyone wants to hear" yeah, of course, they want to hear how I failed at school. Yes, I get that I made it somewhere on my own but c'mon a speech.

Now I was the one rubbing my eyes, well not as rough since I have mascara on and I don't really want to be looking like a raccoon.

"fine, but I'm only doing this because I've got nothing planned tonight," I tell him checking through my emails quickly before I head out. I drain Jake's voice out as he begins to thank me.

Once I'm satisfied that my task for the day is done I start to exit my office. "see you after lunch jakey" I holler quickly linking my arms with Lucy as we make our way to the nearest sushi bar in the city.

Jake knows that I won't be coming back into the office until tomorrow. Only now did I realize that I need a new dress for tonight's event.

"I don't understand why you can't wear your own dresses," Lucy says holding the door open for me as we walk into the restaurant.

I hold up two fingers before following the waiter to our table. " because that's just obnoxious of me and plus I actually love other clothes from other designers" I shrug. I only ever wear my own dresses to promote. Either that or wear other designers dresses to events.

My love for fashion started years before I created my first line so I guess I never stopped.

"that makes sense, but if you're not gonna wear them at least give them to me," she says a mischievous smile on my face. I raise my eyebrow at her. "didn't you wear my dress the other night when you went on that hot date"

It was a question but I already knew the answer to it. She smiles down into the menu. The little whore is probably remembering the events of that night.

" If the dress is ruined I will castrate you"

"Alright ladies, what can I get for ya," the waiter says standing beside our table. He was young and cute looking and definitely new on the job. I only know that because I've been here quite a few times.

We tell him our order, eager for our food. Chinese takeaway is great but a real Chinese meal cooked from fresh by a Chinese chef that is known across London beats it.