Chapter 1: The Dream.
Chapter one
Gwen's POV
Subtle vibrating sounds hum…
“Fuck…” Gwen says under her breathe, a magazine with a fine ass man in her left hand and a rose toy down her cunt.
“Yes daddy”
“Yesssss”
“Oh my gawddd”
“Gwennnnnnnnn” mom calls…
“Oh shit, I'm up mom, I'm up”...Gwen responds.
“Well you better be, you know it's your first day at the fashion house today and I don't want you to be late darling” her mom replies.
I hurriedly fix my room, keep my magazine in place and hide my rose toy under my bed… “I mean she wouldn't look there”. The shower rushes and a nice early morning glow up session for work follows I'm excited, it's my first day at Belmont fashion house and maybe just maybe I might get to see the man of my dreams.
Mr Damon Belmont… Youngest billionaire CEO of the Belmont fashion industries, with branches all over the world the Belmont fashion line have been taking the industry by storm and all with that fine piece of candy to rule over it.
And when I said fine piece of candy…I meant it, I'm talking tall, chiselled abs, broad shoulders, the kind you could sink into and never want to come out from, toned legs, beautiful jaw, hair that's always on point and that killer face card that could have a woman on her knees just by a glance.
“Gawd I'd do anything to have his dick in my mouth” I exclaim while I stare at his picture one last time.
About to walk out my room and head downstairs for breakfast I look at myself at the mirror for one last time…I'm wearing this nice chic blouse my mom bought me down the street two days ago and a nice short skirt that leaves your mind curious a bit, hair packed in a stylish bun and my eyes giving out my anxiety before I could even say a word about it
“You can do this Gwen”
“Let's go take over the fashion world and maybe a space in Damon's bed” I chuckle and put on my shoes as I rush downstairs.
“Morning mother, I'll just take the bread…you know the heavy breakfast thing isn't really for me, you beautiful creature” I kiss her forehead.
“Well I want my baby girl fed like a soldier, so eat Gwen” she replies.
“Oh please mom, it's just a secretary job”, I roll my eyes… “ouu I heard we get breakfast at work and all so I'll do this, I'll promise you that I'll have something when I get to work, is that okay,General?” I tease.
She looks at me with a smile on her lips and retorts
“Promise?”
“I promise mommy” we hug, I grab the slices of bread and leave.
“Good luck my darlingggg” mom shouts as I leave on my motorcycle, I wave to her with a smile on my face and then get my eyes back on the road.
I and my mother have been together alone since I was 3, my worthless gay father was fucking her brother and she caught them…she had no slightest idea he was gay, and her brother too shockingly. The faggot ran away with my mothers brother saying that they were in love and that he was sorry for getting her to have his baby and some sorry bull crap. I know…it's shitty, but then it gave me the best woman alive, my mom loved to sew hence the fashion passion.
The fashion passion that is going to lead me into the hands of the very man I wish could fuck the daylight out of me. Damon Belmont.
Arriving at the office I hop off my bike, park it at the office garage and do a little touch up, cause I'm so sure that wind must have given me a blow out. Bag in hand, confidence on sleeve, I walk to the entrance of the office, I stand a while staring at the big ass billboard with Damon's face on it and a write up “Belmont fashion House”
“Wish me luck daddy” I whisper
I walk into the building and I feel like I walked into a whole new world…ladies in mini skirts and fancy hair everywhere, lots of clothes hanging off the open wardrobe,as I stood and continued to stare,
“Gwen peters,right?” this really stern looking lady with nice hair,supple hips and granny glasses asks.
“Yes ma'am” I reply quickly as I get my train of thought back.
“I'm Olivia, Olivia grey, manager of this branch of the Belmont fashion house…you'll be working directly under me” she stares me down.
“Take note” she begins to walk fast towards an open office
“ You are to be at work 8am, company breakfast 8:30, lunch 12:30, closing time 6pm”.
We reach the open office with cute furniture
“Do as you're told , no gossiping, office romance isn't allowed and do get a longer skirt, nobody here would be willing to fuck you even on gun point”.
“I would,actually” a thick, rich baritone that you could presume was certainly an angel talking retorts.
I look back and my dear lord what I see shocks my entire being…it was Damon Belmont
THE DAMON BELMONT…the one I stalk on social media and masturbate to his pictures every morning, in the fucking flesh, saying that he'd fuck me?
“ofcourse you would Damon, ofcourse you would” Olivia replies sarcastically
“Miss peters this will be your office, settle in and make a quick stop to my office we have alot to discuss” Olivia leaves for her office
Damon was still there, his eyes literally piercing into mine, he takes a few steps forward…I'm leaning on my office door hoping that the earth would swallow me whole right now but it didn't and then he says
“it’s okay little one, I don't bite…atleast not when I'm not asked to, Olivia must be in quite a mood today, you should be careful…I'll see you soon Little one”
He walks away with a man on specs and a shady look, I assumed that was his PA.
I stood at the door lost, confused and definitely starstruck…did Damon Belmont just talk to me?
Did Damon Belmont just call me little one?
Did Damon Belmont just say he was interested in fucking me?
“Gwennnnnnnnnn” Olivia calls out
