Chapter Eight
One month later
Avery stared down at the offer in her hand, and couldn’t help but wonder why a prestigious company was looking for her. According to the letter, they had found her resume online, and were excited at the prospect of meeting her for a job interview.
She sat at her laptop, and typed in the company into her search engine. After twenty minutes of finding everything out about the mystery company, she sat back, folding her arms. The company that had sent her a job offer was owned by none other than Dominic Wright.
They had been together now for well over a month, nearing two months, and even in that short amount of time she’d known small little changes that he’d started to implement. First, she wasn’t allowed to go to her apartment on the weekends, they were strictly for him. Her wardrobe had gotten a makeover. Getting to her feet, she moved toward her bedroom, opening up her wardrobe to see the difference.
Even Ella, on their lunches, had noticed a difference. Her bag had changed to a designer one, along with her clothes. Dominic also started to buy her jewelry. Not the stuff that could be worn just anywhere, stuff that cost thousands of dollars.
The weekend after he claimed her ass, and as he liked to think, her, he’d gifted her with a beautiful watch which she wore to work. Big mistake. Ella had warned her of the value of the item, and when she’d gone online, Ella had seen the price of the watch was the same as her yearly salary.
She hadn’t worn the watch again, and every other gift she’d neatly stored in a box, hiding.
“He’s making little changes. Even your hair is different. The highlights. You’re becoming a little trophy for him.”
Ella hadn’t meant anything by it, but Avery couldn’t help but see the truth. Her wardrobe had become filled with designers, some she’d never even heard of.
Leaving her apartment, she grabbed her jacket along with the letter, and headed toward Ella’s. She needed some air, and also another person’s advice. Right now she was feeling confused, and somewhat angry.
She didn’t drive, and so an hour later, she knocked on Ella’s door. Her friend answered, and the moment Ella looked at her, she was concerned.
“What’s the matter?”
“Tell me I’m just freaking out.” She thrust the letter at Ella, as she stepped into her apartment.
Ella took the letter, and started to read. “This is huge. Congratulations.”
Tears filled her eyes.
“Babe, what is it?”
“That company is owned by Dominic.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
“Well, clearly, he wants you to be close.”
“My wardrobe is filled with designer clothes. I’ve got more jewelry than I can ever wear.” She ran fingers through her hair, tugging on the ends. “Look, even my hair is different.”
“You’re freaking out.”
“I’m not good enough. This is what is happening.”
“Wait, what?”
“Dominic is this wealthy guy, and he’s changing me so that I can fit into his world.”
Ella held her hands up. “Where the hell is this coming from?”
“I can’t do this. This is not who I am. I handle people’s insurance, and even though the work is shit, and I get yelled at, and my boss is a complete and total ass, I’m happy.”
“Then tell him.”
“I’ve got to break up with him.” Even as she spoke the words, she released a little sob.