The City of Angels.

Irish Threads had taken off thanks to the summer line photo shoot. I had even begun looking at places to rent for a work space. I was still making the majority of the clothes myself, but I had been fortunate enough to invest in some proper equipment to help me out and make the clothes look their best. I had also hired a small staff to help with making the clothes and processing the orders. There were 1,500 orders within the first day of the summer line dropping and I had been contacted by many websites, magazines and fashion blogs.

I had decided to leave my job at the record bar as Buzznet offered me a full time position writing for them. I didn't accept the job instantly, however.

I took a few days to consider every aspect of what it would be like writing a fashion blog for them. They then offered me an office in their building and a full salary. So I took it. My new office was within their headquarters and only a thirty minute drive from my apartment. The bonus? I could work from home any day I wanted, just as long as I completed all my assignments for my new Buzznet blog on the days asked of me.

My sister had returned home to Ireland, much to the dismay of both of us. Austin and I had been having a lot of sleepovers whenever he wasn't touring with the band. We mostly stayed at his place, considering Tadhg and his lady friend had made things official and were the loudest couple when having sex that I had ever encountered in my 23 years. Some nights Austin and I would lay on my bed and just listen and laugh, often adding in our own commentary.

Austin and I still hadn't had sex, nor were we an official couple. We had been on a few dates here and there and we shared some intimacies, but we were happier this way. Things weren't complicated and we knew what was expected of both of us. There was no pressure. We both agreed that we were happy, why spoil that?

The day before I started working at Buzznet, Austin had decided we would have a perfect Sunday, full of relaxation in order to keep my stress levels low. The morning began with him making me breakfast in bed. He woke me up at 10am with a plate of eggs, sausages, bacon, pancakes and fruit. He confessed that it was one of his favourite acts to do. I told him that was fine by me!

After breakfast we went to a spa that was a little drive away. Austin drove and we played "I Spy" (which didn't help my stress levels!) and sang along to music the entire way.

When we got to the spa we were first treated with a hot stone back massage. I then had a manicure and a pedicure while Austin had a hand and foot massage, which was then followed by a three course lunch that we both devoured.

After lunch we were both sent to heaven by facials and head massages. I was beyond relaxed as we thanked the team and headed for home.

When we arrived back at Austin's loft it was around 5pm and he banished me to the living room as he was going to cook us dinner. We had eaten a three course lunch just 4 hours ago but Austin told me he was a "growing boy" and that I didn't have a choice. I was eating dinner. He made the most wonderful seafood linguine and we shared a bottle of red wine. We then retired to the couch where we cuddled up and watched a mass amount of The Office, laughing our night away.

Perfect Sunday was perfect.

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"How do I look then?" I asked a sleepy Austin the next morning as I modelled my outfit for my first day at Buzznet.
"Like I want to grab you and pull you back in here!" He said in his adorable sleepy voice.
"Cute! Go back to sleep, pet. I'm going to hit the road and pick me up a coffee before rush hour." I said as I leaned over him to give his forehead a kiss.
"Knock em dead, little doll! I'm very proud of you!" He said as he grabbed me, pulling me towards his almost naked body.
"Wow. Men really are horniest in the mornings!" I laughed with my eyebrow raised, as I felt a little morning wood rising to greet the day.
"Get outta here, you messer!" Austin said as he laughed loudly.
"Byeeee!" I sang as I skipped down the stairs.

Once I arrived at Buzznet I met my new boss, Rosie, who showed me to my office and gave me my first assignment. I was to post two entires this week. One was to be a little bit about myself and the second one was to be about summer fashion and my own personal favourite looks for summertime and summer festivals. Both entries were to include not only photos of the looks I enjoy the most, but photos of myself, so the readers could get to know me. There were often a number of photographers wandering around the building so I could chose what day to have the photos taken. I decided against today as I wanted to get settled in first.

By the end of the day I had completed a rough draft of my first entry and scheduled a photo shoot with one of the photographers for the following day. It wasn't easy writing about yourself. Especially without sounding conceited.

I finished up at the office and went straight home to begin working on some Irish Threads creations. I had limited time to complete the clothes I was working on and more and more orders were coming in by the minute.

By the time Austin called me that evening to ask how my first day went I was barely able to manage a full sentence without yawning. I was beyond tired but I was so happy. I have always enjoyed being busy. This new step in my life was sure to keep me on my toes, but I was more than prepared.

Not long after my phone call with Austin ended while I was brushing my teeth I heard my phone ringing. I instantly assumed it was him again, calling to tell me something ridiculous. I rushed into my room and saw "Mam" flashing across the screen of my phone. Due to the fact that any time she calls I have ended up in floods of tears and feeling like the most useless person put on this planet, I considered not answering the phone, but as always when she rang, I answered just in case it was anything to do with my sister.

"Hi Mam!" I said in a bored tone.
"Sweetheart, how are you?" She asked in return, sounding more chipper than I've ever heard her.
"Uh, I'm good, how are you?" I asked, confusion evident in my voice.
"I'm doing great. Your sister has been telling me all about your clothes and how well you're doing! She showed me the photos you had taken of her wearing your stuff. She's also showed me the magazines that you're all over! We're so proud!" She said, sweeter than thou.
"I'm sorry, what?" I asked with a half snort.
"I knew you'd do it, chicken. I knew you would." She had the cheek to say.
"Well here's an idea, Mam. Go on to my website, scroll right down to the end and when you come across the option that says "go fuck yourself" go ahead and click accept!" I said in a rushed tone and ended the call.

Just because she's my Mother doesn't mean she can decide when to love me or to be proud of me. I got into bed, set my alarm for work the next morning and drifted off to sleep, feeling more accomplished than ever before.

Ain't nobody fuckin' with this chick.

Notes

I love this chapter :) x