Mr Garcia

I smile. “Sounds good.”

My phone rings and the name Eliza lights up the screen, I smile and pick up.

"He did it." She cries,

I laugh out loud, "I know."

“And can you engrave those?” Jeremy asks.

I smile to myself. We’ve just bought Sebastian the most beautiful set of cufflinks from Tiffany’s. They are simple, gold, and complete with diamonds in the classic pattern on each one. I know he will love them.

“Yes,” the jeweler replies.

“How long will that take?” I ask.

“Around twenty minutes.”

I cringe. “I have to be back at the office. I have a client coming in.”

“I’ll wait for them for you,” Jeremy offers.

“Really?” I smile. “You’re the best.” I kiss his cheek because he really is. I swear he spent all morning Googling these damn cufflinks and where we could buy them from.

He nailed the brief. These are perfect.

It just completely filled my credit card, but who cares. It’s for Sebastian.

My phone rings.

April’s fool

I quickly kiss Jeremy, and with a quick wave, I walk out of the store.

"Congratulations Mr. Prime Minister." I smile.

"Can you believe it?"

"I can. I'm so proud of you Sebastian."

"Thank you, it means a lot."

"I guess you're busy?"

“Swamped. Listen, I know we said that we were going to celebrate tonight but—”

“It’s okay if you have something on,” I cut him off, and my heart drops. I can’t help but feel a little disappointed. I wanted to give him my present.

“Well…” He pauses. “My parents have organized a little get together for my close family and friends.”

I frown. His parents?

They live here? Why hasn’t he mentioned them before?

“Oh.”

“So, I’ll pick you up on my way home.”

“You want me to come?” I squeak.

“Of course.”

I open my mouth to say something, but words fail me. I mean, it’s one thing to meet the parents and family, but to do it in front of everyone on the night he has been elected Prime Minister of the entire fucking country is my worst nightmare.

“I’ll be there about seven.”

“Okay, sounds great, I lie.

“See you then.” He hangs up.

I begin to power walk back to the office in complete panic.

Shit.

Fuck me fucking swinging, what the hell do I wear to this?

A family party at his house… argh!

I text Jeremy.

SOS. HELP!

Sebastian is having a family celebratory party tonight.

What the hell should I wear?

My phone instantly rings. It’s Jeremy.

“H-hello,” I stammer.

“He just threw this on you?”

“Yes, and I’m meeting his parents. What will I wear?” I shriek in a panic.

“I don’t know. I’ll have a look for something. Leave it with me.”

“I’m going to get you fired.”

“Oh, like I care. My boss is an asshole.”

I widen my eyes. “One you happen to be dating.”

“Yeah, that’s right, so he can suck my dick. I’m taking an extra hour for lunch. What’s he going to do, fire me? He’s probably staring into Nicolas Anastas’s big brown eyes as we speak.”

“You know, one day you’ll be my assistant and not his.” I smile gratefully.

“Hurry up about it, will you? I’m sick of his bullshit.”

“Haha, okay I'm working on it, thank you.”

I hang up and rush into my building. Who knew that Jeremy would become such a lovely friend?

I take the elevator and watch the dial going up. If Bart is sleeping with Nicolas behind Jeremy’s back, I’m going to go postal.

That guy’s a fucking asshole.

7:00 p.m.

I read the text from Sebastian.

Pulling into your street now.

I reply.

Okay, I’ll come down.

I run into my bedroom and take one last look at myself. I’m wearing a fitted chocolate colored dress that Jeremy bought me from some fancy designer store, as well as black heels. Gah, my bank balance got fucked up the ass today but who cares?

I’m meeting the parents.

My blonde, shoulder-length hair is down in loose curls, and I’m wearing natural makeup.

I grab my purse and my coat, and I make my way downstairs.

The black Mercedes wagon is parked at the curb, and Sebastian is standing next to the back door. He sees me and his face breaks into a breathtaking smile. I practically run and jump into his arms. He laughs as he holds me tightly, and I can tell how excited he is, too.

This is a special day.

He opens the back door, and I slide into the seat. He gets in beside me and closes the door. His lips find mine and he kisses me softly as the car pulls out into the traffic. “Hello, Miss Bennet. You look lovely.”

“Hi.” I dig his present out of my bag. It’s wrapped in black parchment paper with a gold ribbon bow. “I got you something.”

He holds it in his hand. “Why?”

“Because I’m so proud of you, Seb.” I well up. “This is huge.” I roll my eyes. “Oh my God, I’m so emotional over you today.” I smile, embarrassed. “I keep tearing up every time I think of what you’ve achieved.”

His face softens, and he takes my cheeks in his hands and kisses me tenderly. “Thank you. I love it”