I turned in the dress and Trevor's stylist, Lauryn looked at me from a far. This is what we've been doing for the last three hours. And I've only tried on two dresses. This sexy black one and some pink communion ass looking dress. No thank you. Lauryn smiled.
Lauryn- this is perfect. It suits your body type and it matches Trevor's tux.
Zendaya- great. So we're done then?
Lauryn- no. We have to have the man of the hour judge.
I rolled my eyes and threw my head back. Lauryn snapped her fingers.
Lauryn- hey! Fix your posture.
Zendaya- my bad.
Then she went to the intercom.
Lauryn- Mr. Jackson?
Trevor- Jackson here.
Lauryn- she's ready.
Trevor- I'll be down in five.
I sighed and waited.
Zendaya- does he have to judge?
Lauryn- it's his party.
Zendaya- please. I know he's gonna find something wrong with it.
Lauryn- look, he's a lot of things. Arrogant, yes. Rude, definitely. But he knows when he sees a beautiful woman. And out of the three hundred women in this damn building, he chose you. Think about that.
I nodded. I didn't know what to think. Trevor's not necessarily a bad guy. He's just got an ego bigger than the state of Texas. I know that he made love, I mean, had sex with me and then left, but I still don't think he's a bad guy.
The door opened and Trevor walked in with his head buried in his phone. I rolled my eyes. Classic douche bag thing to do. Then he looked up and something changed. Something about his face. It was different. Like it read an emotion I've never seen before. I've seen him mad, stressed, happy or in his case decent, and exhausted. This emotion left his mouth slightly agape. His eyes were opened wide and twinkled in the light of the room. He stopped walking at he stood now ten feet away. All I could do was wait for him to say something.
After what seemed like an eternity, he shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. I narrowed my eyes in confusion. Is he okay? Lauryn went over to him.
Lauryn- Mr. Jackson?
She said very concerned.
Trevor- huh? Oh, hey Lauryn.
Lauryn- umm, so the dress. What do you think?
Trevor- it's alright.
What the flying fuck?! You stared at me for like ten years and when you finally come to, you say the dress is "alright". Nah, boo! Ya played ya self!
Trevor- pick a new one. She is not wearing that.
Lauryn- if you don't mind me asking, what's wrong with it?
Trevor- black isn't her color.
He spat with disgust. This motherfucking STD having son of a dirty slutty ass bitch!
Lauryn- yes, sir.
He nodded and rushed to the elevator. I groaned loudly and cussed. Lauryn sighed and unzipped my dress.
Lauryn- I thought he'd like it.
Zendaya- he's a damn liar.
Lauryn- he may be a lot of things, but he doesn't lie. In fact, he tells the truth a bit too much.
Zendaya- so he stared at me to admire how I look in a dress that is quote on quote hideous? Hell no. He's hiding something. And I'm gonna find out.
Lauryn- well, you can do that later. You still need a dress.
Zendaya- what else we got?
The next one was red and looked really pretty. I smiled and as I twirled around in the mirror. Trevor came in. My smiled turned into a scowl and I crossed my arms. Trevor smiled.
Trevor- that perfect.
Lauryn- great! Is that great, Zendaya?
I said clearly pissed. Trevor avoided eye contact. He knows I want to kick his ass. He knows. Keyshia Cole said it best; Trust and Believe.
Trevor- really good work, Lauryn. You have the night off. You need to get home to your baby.
Lauryn- thank you, sir. Okay. Out the dress.
I nodded and went behind the changing seat and took off the dress. Then I put on my black t-shirt, jeans and nikes. I put the dress back on the hanger and walked back out. Trevor was gone and Lauryn was going through her purse.
Zendaya- I'm gonna find out what happened.
Lauryn- why. You have a nice dress now. One that is worth more than your old house and car put together. I don't get why you can't let it go.
Zendaya- this isn't Frozen. I'm not gonna let it go.
Lauryn- whatever. I gotta bounce.
Zendaya- okay. Later, girl.
Lauryn- bye. Just hang that up and turn out the light.
Zendaya- on it.
She left. I hung up the dress and sighed. Then I looked back at the black one. It's so much prettier. And Trevor clearly liked it more. Hmmmm.
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Yes, Sir #Wattys2016Fanfiction
Zendaya applies for a job as the new personal assistant of the notorious multi-millionaire, Trevor Jackson. She soon finds how hard it is to be waiting on this selfish, workaholic and short tempered boss of the enormous corporation, Jackson&Jackson.