London, Oxford street


It was already noon and Amber was starving. Who would have thought that shopping would take so much energy. She had to try on, what seemed to be hundreds of different clothes, skirts, shirts, shoes... She couldn't take it anymore. She stared at her exhausted look in the mirror of the fitting room. They were at the Chanel boutique right now. As in the restaurant, the previous night, everything seemed to be expensive, slick and pressuring. She had that bugging feeling in every single boutique they went in. But there was no ending to the number of boutiques. Her manager even had to call for an assistant to carry all the different bags. She still had bags under her eyes. Even if she couldn't see them through the thick layers of conciler, her manager made her wear.

The tailored suit with a skirt she was trying on, was a blue grey. As the sky before the rain. She loved the color. Melancholic, serious but poetic. Tasteful. The crayon fabric blended the two colors marvelously. Equal to lambent clouds enhancing her body. Falling perfectly on her shoulders, the blazer had a nice oval cleavage around her neck and clavicles. It ran straight down over her torso, and cut right over her hips. Giving the classic outfit, a modern twist. She admired her mature figure in the mirror. She looked serious. Her parents would have been proud to finally see her I such an outfit. They weren't thrilled when she told them, she wanted to be a ballet dancer.

She loved it but she still felt hindered. The vest was compromising all her movements. It wasn't near as comfortable as her dance outfit. Her shoulder-blades confined under the smooth fabric. The skirt was long, slim and tight as a snake trapping her legs. But a powerful feeling of superiority still conquered her heart. She felt strong and not stripped to her bare emotions, like she had to be in ballet. This suit was as strong as an armor, protecting her intentions, hiding her motives and mind games. She knew she would grow to like it. Even with its flaws. Especially the shoes, they were going to be hard to overcome.

She took a deep breath and walked out of the fitting room. She walked in the middle of the aisle in between the different love-seats straight to her manager. She was the one saying yes or no. The agent asked her to walk a few times up and down that same aisle. To check all the different angles of the outfit she claims, but Amber knew it was only yo make her walk in those heels as long as possible. Amber was quite bored with her schemes. They were quite unnecessary, which seemed to annoy her agent even more.

She was walking for fifth time down that same aisle again. She could almost feel her manager's hateful look locked on her back. An intense hate Amber had never felt befor. Jealousy was a strange feeling of envy. She didn't even bother understanding it. After another walk, she had enough of it and just wanted to tell her manager to do a better job. She rashly turned around and the most annoying and attractive man in the world stood in front of her.

"- Surprised?", M. Styles asked with a smirk plastered on his face.

Probably glad to have startled her. Well, yes he surprised her, but there was no way Amber would ever admit it. Technically he was her boss now, he had every right to be here, although it drived her completely crazy.

"- Rather irritated.", Amber answered after a long heavy glare.

"- Oh really.", he said with an even wider grin, not even trying to hide his satisfaction, "don't you want to know why I came here?"

"- Not really, I hate to waste my time.", Amber flatly answered, staring straight into his piercing eyes.

He was enjoying this way to much. He was amused by her answers. Innerly laughing, screaming for victory. That woman was his and he going to crush her.

"- Fine, I'm going to tell you anyway.", he firmly put his hand on her hip, drawing her closer to him.

And before she pushed him away from her beautiful body, he brushed her ear with his lips, whispering:

"- I just wanted to see how sexy you'll look it this outfit."

Amber was fuming in the inside, trying her best not to show any emotions. How dare he treat her as an object and not a person. He didn't deserve her. He had to resort to such awful blackmail to make her shut her mouth. She watched him with cold eyes, blazing with fury. It was the only way to show resistance. He defied her glance and slowly turned around to nonchalantly walk back to the exit. The grey suit he was wearing was imposing. He was fearful but still unexplainably desirable. He just shot one more thing at her manager:

"- But the suit will need more cleavage. I'll see you tonight Amber.", not even bothering to turn around.

What? Why? She had performance to nail and she was already feeling the lack of sleep.

Notes

Hey guys, sorry for taking soooo long ^^

anyway hope you like it :) I didn't time to proof read it though so I apologize if they are any mistakes ^^

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