His Lavender Love

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if only it extended the hours until sunri

ing up with a yawn. Dawn was around the corner and no matter how beautiful the sky looked past

s, I took a minute to appreciate my reflection. I had the habit of sleeping in the exclusive lace lingerie

he upper chest and was held over my shoulders by thin straps. The material below the chest was sheer lace, showing hints of m

he morning- the time when

ial days I could hardly move a muscle after all the exerc

hat if you don't take yours

bra constricted my chest but it wasn't as uncomfortable as the starting days. The small room of the penthouse I had c

ng in utmost relief when it parched my thirst. Pushing away the baby hairs sticking to my fo

e here around half an hour from now. There were guards stationed outsi

as in m

ing bath before beginning the hectic part of the day. There were times when I l

he bathtub. Within seconds, the water was filled with foam and the alluring scent of lavender. Dropping the robe,

t for my brain asking me to

s, I got out of the bathtub, draining the excess

ut wasting a second, I tied it around a towel, sighing in r

kfast. Food was something that my mother thought of as an intimate conne

ries were what I ate. By the time I kept away the dirty dishes, I touched the rogue stra

henille full-sleeved top, and tailored black leather pants, I chose a two-layered gold pendant with matching studs, a black wristwatch, and my usual rings for

king up the small handbag and my phone, I unlocked it to reply to the few messages and

ng out of the Farrington mansion and it did

y way to Ardor headquarters. I spent half an hour

door in response to which I didn'

being polite to people who dese

rni

brow. Usually, he'd be sulking while reciting my schedule f

g specia

ared he might split his li

er tha

hade of blooming red. Clearing his throat, his wide grin turned into a shy smi

u see, J-Jad

it when it came to Louis, there were more tha

two years back, right around the time he was hired as my assistant. Ne

ing a cliche scene from a rom-com novel, just a

ng to Jade for marriage. He was so nervous that he slipped a lit

d asked the question and by his mood, it d

what's my sched

instead, chirruped around like a sparrow for the rest of the day, l

rst on the list followed by the monthly bo

ies was a tough job to sort out, especially

of the remaining designs that were showcased in glass boxes during Ardor's gran

eliable and unpredictable, especially since many went back and forth with diff

Farri

rrived. Closing the file I was reading through, I made my way to the meeting ro

e least controversial model agency and according to the Fashio

tive pub

stion, looking down

has been buried for the past 1

was very particular about the people involved in my business and any wro

his secretary. They looked far too serious with whatever it was they were whis

bit phased while his assistan

meet you in person

n his, turning it a little to the left as though inspecting it and when

s very firm

eoty

that there are women str

is subtly nudged my back, I felt hostility creeping into

start th

the arrangement. My lawyer sat by my side while W

n the work, and the division of the final depo

5%

. Folding my palms ahead of me on the table, I gave him

eal or you're w

stance, in this case, even though Wilson's Grandeur was doing well, there

elf by investing a greater sum in a compa

n his face. He looked offende

I didn

lawyer. Back-and-forth aggressive words were exchanged which were not aud

s a

tic as he l

signed and sealed. The duration was 6 months and if both parties w

oing business with y

atte

ittle too bold by throwing words at h

irst impression you make

Louis to escort them out. The slightest annoyance was visible in Wilson's eye

Going through piles of paperwork, I took b

s my favorite part of the day. I liked me for its beauty, for the hues of unmatched perfection in its colors

onged for poetry and flowers, for stargazing and mid

ht I'd be jeal

hy

it like it's the cen

eyes, I took in deep breaths, burying the sounds resonating in

people whispered to themselves- to either for

t it was the workloa

t me a cup

. Shaking my head, I kept away the rest of the fi

ling the first evident thr

take a peek, glance at me, and then silently walk in pretending to be a snea

cup in front of me looked enticing and just as I was about to burn my ton

at my assistant who shrugged,

ng for you at the reception. It was couriered. Not

lind, but

to read through the contents only to experience the f

hardly breathe. The intangible slither of something poisonous made me drop the paper at once,

me, ma