Way Industries

Soon after Gerard gave the driver some instructions, we parked in front of some small shops. Mr. Way helped me out of the car again, and then the driver handed the keys to him and sauntered off.
“Did you fire him?” I questioned. I mean who really knew what Gerard Way would do and plus, the man had angered Mr. Way a few times this morning.

He scoffed, “No I didn’t, I’m cruel, yes but not cruel enough to fire the man hours away from his home. I simply gave him the night off. Do you think that I am that brutish Frank?”

My voice betrayed me as I said,“Um, no?”

“Hopefully I can change your view of me. Follow me sweetheart.” I complied and followed him into a quaint little boutique. It’s not that I thought he was evil or something, I was just wary of him. He was Gerard Way, the one and only music mogul. If he didn’t like you he could end you with just a snap of his fingers. He could ruin my chances of ever having a good career if I pissed him off too much. I was terrified of him, but I was, in a way, entranced by him. How he commanded such attention when he walked in or just spoke, it made you feel like you needed to please him, to make sure everything was in order.

“Try on whatever you like, get whatever you want. If you can’t find anything you want here, we’ll go to as many places as we need, to get you want you want.”

“Thank you Gee, or uh Gerard sorry” My cheeks flushed with heat at my slip up.

“Gee? Only my mother and brother call me that.” He looked at me obviously amused.

“S sorry” I stammered out.

He leaned in closer to my ear and whispered,“You can call me that, as long as you don’t mind me calling you Frankie?”

I breathed out a relieved “okay.” I turned my attention quickly away from his smirking face to look at the clothes. The more I flipped through the different shirts and pants, I realized I had no idea what I should get. “Uh Gee?” He hummed in response, “I don't know what I should get.”

“Do you want me to pick out some things for you?” I nodded ducking my head, so he couldn’t see my face flush red for the millionth time today. He gladly went through the racks holding things up to me and either shaking his head in with a frown or putting them in my arms to try on with a pleased smile. Every time his hand brushed me my heart felt as if it was was to fly out of my chest. While he fluttered around checking out all of the different clothes something caught my eye. A simple black skirt hanging in the women's section demanded my attention. I absentmindedly reached out and skimmed my hand against the soft fabric.

I practically jumped out of my skin as I felt a hand placed on the small of my back, and warmth on the back of my neck as a familiar voice whispered in my ear "Its very pretty Frankie you should try it on sugar."

I moved away from him and the skirt shaking my head, "No no I don't wear things like that. I didn't mean to touch it, I don’t like things like that. " I repeated lying of course, I liked skirts, the way they moved and felt when you had them on. I didn’t like how I looked but I felt sexier wearing them. No one knew about my desire to wear skirts and no one would ever find out. Or thats the way I wanted it to be.

"It okay if you do Frankie. Try it on for me please?" He grabbed a skirt in my size and held it out for me to take. I looked up at him to see if he was mocking me, but his eyes were huge, and he was pouting.

"But, what if people see? I don't wear this stuff" I tried to deny it again.

"You dont have to show me you in it if you don't want. I saw how you looked at it, I know you like it, don't deny it Frankie."

"But… hypothetical if I did like it, would you hate me for it? Would you fire me?" I questioned him. He could just be playing me, it could be a sick joke. Get Frank into the skirt then fire his skirt liking ass, two hours away from his home.

"Hypothetically”, he mused “If you like to do something, but someone else doesn't like it does that make it wrong? No, it doesn't, so even if I didn't like skirts I wouldn't care because why should I? Its none of my business what someone else likes. You shouldn't care sweetheart, what people think about you liking skirts. I’ll tell you something that only my brother knows. Do with it what you want, but when I was 18 I dressed in drag and walked around town, because I liked it. I liked how I looked, and I felt more confident like that then." My mouth was practically on the floor and my heart was almost out the door. He didn't care that I like skirts, he actually liked them and he trusted me enough to share with me a potential career ending story.

"Okay fine you win Way" I relented, "I'll try it on." He grinned, "Brilliant!" He led me to the changing rooms and shoved me in with all the different clothes, shutting the door with a muffled "try the skirt on first!" I sighed and slipped my black dress pants off, and slid the skirt on. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and regretted it. I was too fat, and gross to wear anything like this.

“Frank can I see?” Gerard asked knocking on the door. I replied ‘no’ quietly. He didn’t listen, and opened the door to the room that I forgot to lock.

“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t look if I didn’t want you too?’

“Wow Frank, you look beautiful.” He breathed out, ignoring my last question. I looked down at my shoes, “sure.”

He studied me in the mirror, then stepped closer, his chest lightly pressed against my back. “You do baby, your legs look amazing.” He ran his hand down my arm, causing me to involuntarily shiver at his touch . “I’m going to buy it for you, you look too good in it not to buy it, okay?” I shook my head, I never looked good, and in this I looked absolutely horrible. I felt his arms wrap around me and I met his eyes in the mirror. He hugged me tight, “Frank do you hate how you look in the skirt, or is it more? Don’t lie to me.”

I felt tears start to form, and I refused to answer him, as I knew my voice would betray me. I pressed back into him, letting his warmth comfort me. He took his right hand and trailed a finger gently down my front stopping at the bottom of the skirt. He watched my reaction in the mirror as his thumb rubbed soft circles on my thigh. I know I should have felt uncomfortable with having my boss that'd I'd only known for two days pressed so close to me, but I just wanted more of him. His hot breath ghosted over my neck, and his hand started to slowly make its way up my thigh. Arousal fluttered in the pit of my stomach as I stifled a needy moan from escaping my chest.

“Frankie baby you're beautiful," he pressed a soft kiss to my neck. "You may not believe that now, but sugar you truly are." His hand stilled on my leg and and I pressed back into him, wanting more contact, more movement, more anything from him.

“Frank no more we need to discuss a few things before we go any further." He said withdrawing his arms from around me. I wanted to be back in his arms again, and I almost turned around with need to press against him, but his cold face deterred me from doing such a thing.

“Try on the other clothes and then we’ll go eat.” he said sternly. I watched as he turned and swept out, leaving me alone in the changing room again. I tried on the clothes begrudgingly, wishing for him to be close again. I was so turned on by the small bit of contact that I had a bit of a problem zipping some of the pants up.

Trying on all the different clothes, I realized that all of them were very tight. They highlighted every curve I had and my ass was one to be reckoned with. I smiled as I thought about how he was such a pervert, choosing clothes that left very little to imagine. I walked out of the dressing room to see he was involved with a very heated conversation on the phone. He payed no attention to me, as I awkwardly leaned against the wall waiting for him to finish. I started looking at the clothing hanging over my arm admiring the different fabrics and just wasting time. The skirt was laying on top of my pile, mocking me so I tried to shove it underneath some of the shirts and ended up having everything fall to the floor. I huffed at my clumsiness and started picking it up. Soon enough Gerard was there aiding me in picking the clothes up.

“Clumsy are we?” He teased.

“No, I was just, rearranging some of the clothes.”

“Mhm, I think you were hiding this,” he held up the skirt, “am I right?” I nodded in reply. “Lets pay for all of this, then we'll go eat at the restaurant I just got a reservation for.” He took the clothes from my arm and led us to a peppy little cashier girl who couldn't hold still.

“Hi!” she waved frantically, “ Did ya find everything you wanted?”

“Yes, thank you” Gerard said smiling slightly at the girl. She looked him over then glanced at me.

“Oh these clothes are lovely, I bet they’ll look real nice on you Mr. Way.” She flirted.

“”You know my name?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Of course! Who doesn’t know the most eligible bachelor slash music empire owner!” she gushed out. “You’re even better looking than in those magazines!” I couldn’t help but feel a little surge of anger with her. Didn’t she see me standing next to him? No no she was too busy flirting with him, sticking her chest out and biting her lip every time she looked at him. It made me sick looking at her.

“Is this your bodyguard Mr. Way? He’s a little short don’t you think?” I bristled with annoyance at the foolish girl, she thought that constantly biting her lips like they were fucking delicious would entice him? Wrong, she didn’t just have him pressed against her back telling her how beautiful she was. And hell, she doesn’t get to walk out of this store with him, she gets to be stuck behind the counter.

Mr. Way laughed a short laugh at her, “No no, he’s not my bodyguard,” he put a hand on my back, “can I have his clothes now? We’re going out for dinner and were going to be late.”

“He’s your boyfriend? Strange, I didn’t peg you of all people, Mr. Way to be light in your loafers. What a shame, I’m surprised you business has lasted so long.” She said shrugging, and wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“Miss, I wouldn’t be so concerned with his business.” I spoke up, “I’d be more concerned with yours, since you were basically throwing yourself at him. If anyone should be ashamed, its you who couldn’t keep her eyes from practically fucking him in front of other customers.” I grabbed the bags of clothes in one hand and Gerard's in my other and stormed out of the store. Originally, though I'd never admit it aloud, I was jealous of the attention he was giving her, but now. Oh lord, now I’d like to wring her neck, she was so ignorant. I was still fuming, but when I looked at Gerard, he was smiling at me. The prick.

“What?” I growled.

“Nothing... Just never thought you would tell someone off for me.”

“Well she was a bitch. And she made fun of my height. No one makes fun of my height without consequences.”

“Really, what are these consequences… shortie?” I whipped my head to face him, and saw that he was looking quite amused.

I decided I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of teasing me. “Are we going to eat now?”

“Sure, darling, whatever you want.”

Notes

meh, I updated, I'm tired, i apologize. Its frerard occurring. I mentioned it'd be smutty right? we will get there in like 2 chapters? probably.

SAT's suck, I did okay, I can get into college with my score, but its still really low. That's my explanation for a crappy chapter, disappointment. I also learned while having my nails done that I need to learn to knit, as it helps with insomnia?!?! Last time I tried to knit, I stabbed my sister with the needles cuz she pissed me off. Also apparently it'll help with my nervousness? Who knows right? I also might have to blame my writing on me listening to the local metal station while writing. Maybe I should actually listen to mcr, while writing about them? nah...

Hopefully I'll update tomorrow or Sunday If not HAPPY EASTER OR WHATEVER YOU WANT SUNDAY TO BE LIKE HIPPITY HOP DAY! Thank you so much for reading, commenting, voting, subscribing and all that good stuff...

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