Pretty Girl Tears

Chapter 6

Lauren's POV

After a middle finger to the bitchy walking ego I went about the remainder of my day carrying out a mound of seemingly boring paperwork which consisted mainly of sorting the existing models portfolios into age order which only left my wondering mind strategically learning the names of my fellow 'colleagues' as Camila liked to call them..

There was no evident reason for the sudden infatuation however I only thought it a handy tool if ever approached by another lucky pair of legs bold enough to challenge my new way of being.. first name basis only means a more intimate response.. I couldn't say I was used to the swarm of confidence but what I could say was that it felt good.. different but good!

The clock struck seven and the bright lights of the colourful floor fell dim as I push through the remaining few crowds of exiting women heading home for the day making sure to shove a few grudging elbows as I made way back towards my bosses office who shockingly had suffered a terrible day.. I realised quickly that Cuban yell could soak at least two floors down as when leaching in payroll I could clearly hear her demanding some guy to 'get the fuck out' of her face..

I gently knock upon the heavy door peering around only to see her flawless face perched against her palm staring on at a bright screen illuminating the dark office surrounding her barely dressed body as I reach forward to place down the corrected files

"Why do you always sit in the dark?"

I ask gently as she remained in the same uncomfortable looking position she'd obviously fell into out of pure exhaustion.. I couldn't blame her I guess.. every time I glance over she was conversing aggressively with somebody different..

"Mmm.. just chills me out"

She respond in a low hum, one I couldn't deny melting over as its sweet melodies sank into my ears.. I remembered hearing it for the first time only earlier this week and being completely shocked that she actually had an inside voice.. weird to think she could be slightly softer in nature..

I took a breath just staring on at her glittering eyes examining the screen in front with a bored lifeless expression I more than felt in that moment as I step back with a painful gasp forgetting the throbbing pain that had been sitting in my knee since falling onto the stupidly hard marble floor

Her eyes instantly shot up with a slight glint of concern lifting from her palm to gently part her glossy pink lips

"What's wrong?"

"My knee.. I fell earlier and now it just hurts really bad"

I complained with gritted teeth trying my best to ignore the light stabbing sensation before her relaxed body lift from the seat to approach me within a pitiful glance, her eyes dart down to take a brief look before pointing me over towards the couch reaching for an ice pack in the well hidden medical box below her desk

I sat gently exposing my bare knee as my skirt ride up onto my thighs just looking down at the growing bruise before her body return slowly handing over the blue gel I quickly press against the ache

"Thanks.."

"You know what you did out there was pretty bad ass.. I'm almost proud.."

She admit with a gentle smile as I pull my gaze to return the favour having not realised she'd witnessed the short but sweet spat, I raise my brows slightly almost feeling bad about causing so much drama but the bitch deserved it..

"Almost? Gee what a kind person you are!"

I mocked lightly rolling my eyes as a small giggle tumble from my lips before she sank down in front of my legs to lift the pad taking a look at the red and brown bruise forming across my leg