Page 23 of Right Next Door
But chilling, watching The General terrorize his new toys, had been rudely interrupted when she got her very first message from her mate. Didn't say hello, hi, how are you, are you settling in okay? No, his very first message was, ‘We have a charity party to attend in five days. Davard will see that you are properly fitted for it. I’ll pick you up in the evening’.
That’s it. Didn't ask her if she wanted to go. Didn't ask if she had the free time. He just stated that they were going somewhere, and she should be ready.
“The nerve of him,” she hissed, ceasing her pacing to cross her arms, glaring at the wall as The General ignored her, more focused on his opps than hers.
The worst part was, she knew she had to do what he said.
Misty was enjoying a good life right now. She had a sugar daddy on a diet, a great and fulfilling career that was earning her accolades, and a big ass house she could decorate however she wanted without having to pay a single cred to stay in.
And it was because of him. It was because of the allowance he gave her. Her business was doing well, but it wasn’t yet at the point that she was rolling in profit. Nor was she at a point that she could cut the cord and drift out on her own.
If he summoned her, she had no real choice but to come to heel. Which stuck right in her craw and made her teeth grind. If he demanded sex, she had cause to tell him to fuck off. There was no way she was giving that to him. However, even at the beginning, he said he’d give her three days notice before an official function, and there was no real reason to turn him down for an official function.
It was just maddening that she had to be at his beck and call. Even for something like this. If they were actually, properly dating, she wouldn’t think twice about it. If her boyfriend said, hey, I have a work thing and we have to go dressed up, she’d ask if she needed to take out her piercings. She was down to support her man; always had in the past, always would in the future.
But Tsok was her mate in name only. She never saw him. She never spoke to him. Hell, there were times she’d go a full tenday without even thinking of him!
And now this.
“Think I could get away with being a pain in the ass?” She asked The General.
Her cat blinked at her before suddenly jumping to his feet, eyes going crazy, tail poofing up. Without warning, he tore across the room, his little claws digging at the rug.
“Yeah, he probably would go psycho,” she sighed, dropping her arms. “It’s the only thing he’s asked of me in return for all this. It’s not that bad of a trade. I’m just irritated. It’s like he thinks I’m just going to jump because he said so.”
The General ran back, coming to as sudden of a halt as he had a launch. He whipped his head around, like he was spotting demons coming at him from all angles, before suddenly pouncing on his toy. He began viciously bunny kicking it, completely absorbed in his great battle.
“You’re right,” Misty grinned. “It’s a chore like any other. Just got to grit our teeth and bear it.”
The General made a deep, growling sound as he tossed away his toy with a particularly vicious kick.
Misty frowned. “What did he mean by Davard will make sure I’m properly fitted?”
She found out what that meant the next morning. Davard didn't check on her every day, but she did see him once a tenday or so. She had his patch number to send him a message via her own combot if she needed anything – which she had only done a couple times.
But as she was leaving her room, dressed and ready for a day at work, he intercepted her.
And what he had to say pissed her off more than Tsok’s summons.
“I’ve moved all your appointments for today. They’re being spread out over the next few days.”
Misty felt her eye twitching. “You moved my appointments today? Why?”
“We have to get you fitted for a proper gown. We also need to buy you some adornments appropriate for the occasion. I also scheduled a beauty treatment for you at an alien friendly spa in the city. They are capable of taking care of fleshy species like yourself.”
It took her a second to gather herself to calmly ask, “And you didn't think to ask me before doing any of this?”
He blinked at her, and she realized he absolutely did not. He had been given his marching orders by Tsok, and he was going to fall in line. Something that was confirmed when he said-
“His honor, Char Tsok, has informed you that you have a party in four days, did he not?”
Misty let out a long breath, rubbing your temples. “You know what, I do believe he mentioned it. Easy to forget considering how often we talk. Just kind of got lost in the conversation, you know?”
“I’m glad you remember then,” Davard beamed, not at all picking up on her sarcasm. “We can go now, or you have more than enough time to get some more sleep if you desire. The tailor will wait for you.”
That was a hell of a statement. It brought Misty out of her annoyance just by sheer power. She had an appointment that would wait on her? She knew that Char Tsok was considered a rich and powerful male, but she didn't think she realized how much until that moment.
She was not only getting a special dress for a charity function – which was already rich people shit – but she was getting it tailored for her. And the appointment she had with said tailor would wait onher. That was a subtle show of power, but it was all the more powerful because of it.
