I get to work the next morning feeling happy. As much as Mal pretended as if he could resist, the moment he saw me come untouched, he went wild. He bent me over the couch and ate me out till I was soft and loose enough to bury his dick in me.
Let's just say I saw the stars for the first time last night and my body still hasn't forgotten.
I head to my office but stop when I hear commotion at the other end of the hallway where the fitting room is located. I check my time, just few minutes past ten. Who could be causing problems this early. I quickly drop my stuff on my desk before heading to the fitting room.
"Hey what's going o-
Oh. There's familiar looking woman yelling at my workers at the top of her voice. She looks deranged honestly, her eyes are bulging, her nostrils flared and spittle flying out of her mouth while she shakes a cloth furiously at the face of my workers. I probably would have recognized her if she was calm, but with how crazy she looks, I'm even surprised she looks familiar.
"I want to see that God forsaken rude boss of yours! Get him to me or all he'll will break loose."
"hey what's wrong?"
She whips her head to my direction and the glare she throws my way would have made younger and weaker men quake.
She stomps over to me. "do you want to tell me what the hell happened to my dress?" she snaps.
Oh wow, no hello or something. Come to think of it. She does looks really familiar. She's the rude woman that came few weeks back to get a dress done.
"What happened to the dress." I walk to her and collected the dress.
I walk over to one of the mannequins and I wear the dress on it. I move to the back to zip up the dress but stop when I realize where the problem lies. The zipper is torn. Ripped.
I turn to my assistant. "did you send the dress to her like this?"
"no sir."
"then how come the dress is ripped? If you did not send the dress to her like this, why is she returning it like this and making a fuss.?"
"you know what you did. You all do." She shouts. I move back a little to avoid any of her spit falling on me.
"No I don't. I do not see any problem here." I say calmly because I really do not understand what the problem is. "Did we give you a torn cloth?"
Her eyes widens. "well, no. But you purposefully used a weak material for my dress because I priced it down, now my dress is torn after one wear. In the public at that."
"oh." I move back to sit on one of the chairs facing her.
"oh?!" She fumes. "that's what you have to say?"
I shrug while picking lint from my pant trousers. I honestly don't have anything more to say, I'm happy and well fucked. I don't need anything ruining my mood. "well, you seem to have all the answers yourself so why don't you go with it?" I say simply.
She walks over to the corner and grabs her bag in fury. "I Will go with it. Just know that this isn't the last time you'll hear from me."
She removes the dress from the mannequin and storms out.
"What the hell is that woman's problem?" I groan. "Why did the dress rip anyway? We didn't use cheap materials for her, even if we did, it shouldn't have ripped. The gown was tailored to her size and shape."
One of the girls comes forward. "sir, we think she planned this. Look." She hands me her phone. There's a video playing if the dress when we just finished it. She pause the video when it gets the part showing the back of the dress. "see the zip we used. It's a light blue teeth with gold zipper." She changes the video to another one. "see the one she brought here today that I recorded. Light blue teeth with dark gold zipper."
My assistant comes to my side. "we think she did this with the main aim of ruining your image."
I laugh out. "what image?" I look at all of them. "I think we all know that almost everyone has an opinion or two about my behavior. This isn't the first time someone tries to ruin me." I stand up. "and it certainly won't be the last."
I try to concentrate on what I'm sketching but my mind keeps wandering to the woman of earlier. I've never thought twice about someone's threat, but something about this woman has be worried.
The intensity of the anger saw in her is dangerous. This kind of people will stop at nothing to carry out their revenge.
I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I need to finish this sketch. I promised my three o'clock client that I will have something for her when she comes and it's currently five minutes to two.
I trace out her body type in my sketch book. I think of the kind of dress that will fit her curvy body and settle on strapless gown. After drawing out the floor length gown, I add a slit that starts from her upper thigh, then ruffles from the slit down to the bottom of the gown. Then I draw a band across the chest and arms over to the back that ties into a bow flowing all the way down with ruffles at the bottom still. It's a pretty simple and basic gown. Just the type she likes.
"Hello sir, miss Julie is here to see you."
I nod, "let her in."
Julie walks in looking like a diva. She always looks simple but classy. Each time she comes for a consultation, there's this energy she exudes, like a seductress. It isn't glaring but it's there.
I know she wants me, even though she's older that me, I don't know how much though. Her eyes never fail to take me in. "you don't have to put your hair in a ponytail, I've told you several times to come to my salon so one of my girls can do your hair however you want."
This is always her opening line. I don't always weave my hair. Most times, I just put it up in a ponytail and call it a day. My hair is very soft and a little bit curly. I really don't have to do too much when it comes to it. "One of this days Julie. I'll come know your salon." I already have someone that does my hair. This is just part of our routine.
"that's what you always say Tobi."
I laugh then point to the chair. "please sit down."
"thank you." She sits. "so what do you have for me."
I bring out my tab and show her the 3D version of the gown. "I think this style will suit you best for this party you're planning to go. It's simple but mature and classy. It's like you look good but you aren't doing too much."
She looks at it, spinning it around, checking all angles. "I like it. But the color, I think I'll prefer very dark blue to this dark purple."
I nod. "I'll make the changes."
"okay." She hands over the tab. There's a slight frown on her face. "there a rumor going around."
"about?" I ask a little distracted. She always has little stories to tell.
She looks at me. "that you're hanging around a homosexual."
My blood runs cold. "what?"
She frowns. "just few people here and there have been saying it. And you know, most rumors are not true."
"which- what homosexual?" fuck, fuck. This is so not good. As much as I like Mal, I've still not made my decision on what to do concerning my parents. I don't want to be outed before I make my mind on what to do.
She perks up. "oh you know, that young handsome surgeon. I heard he does both man and woman. Such a terrible thing." She sighs as if sad. "they say the most beautiful ones are always corrupted." She frowns. "I'm sure you must not have known."
I clear my throat unable to continue the conversation anymore. "I have another client coming in. I'd like to prepare-
She gets up. "I understand." She grabs her purse. "you must be careful of the people you hang around. You wouldn't want to tarnish your family name."
I stare at her as she leaves my office.
Shit. People have already started talking? How did people even know he's bisexual. Did he go out fucking any willing man? What the hell. I punch my desk in anger. Why can't people just mind their business. Why do they care so much about where someone puts his dick or pussy.