Cali Trouble

"I can't fit my ass in this dress!" I scream irritated.

'If it doesn't fit, you must quit,' replies Lexi from my phone.

I pull frantically to get it over my thighs but it won't bugle. Come on Tina this is a nice dress. Suck it in!

"Fine, I give up!" I throw my hands up. It has been fifteen minutes of this struggle and I'm giving up now. That dress may be hot but I can't fit and it's the last size they have.

I push the blue dress off my thighs and place it back on its hanger. Why couldn't I be a smaller size?!

I huff and run my hand through my hair. This is all that dick, Johnattan's fault! He should have informed me earlier.

'Come on Chrissie you need a dress to wear to that party,' Lexi says monotonously. 'For once shopping is boring me.'

I look at her and put on a surprise face. "Alexis Jacobs hating shopping? What's the matter honey, is something wrong?"

I take up the phone and look at her sleepy face on the screen.

We have been video chatting since this party was brought to my attention and I noticed I hadn't brought any appropriate dresses for it. That is 7 o'clock this morning when Johnattan went to work.

As they say when you got a major emergency call your bestie. Well, I did but she's too far away to come to my rescue so now we're stuck on IMO.

Her red eyes look like a zombie's and her hair looks like a bird's nest but the one thing that I notice now and failed to notice hours ago was the bruise covering her arm.

My eyes open at the sight and I swore fire lit in my eyes. "Who did that to you?"

My voice is practically dripping with anger.

She looks at her shoulder and quickly covers it up but not before I see it. It was red, with a blue impression of a thick line ruining through it. Around the bruise was swollen and was also bluish-back.

Her eyes cast down and I can feel the anger tearing at what little patience I have. "Alexis Dylan Jacobs tell me who did that or I swear to you I'll get on the next plane and get it from you my way."

"I don't know," she whispers.

"Alexis I have no time for bullshit. Who the fuck hit you?"

Playful Christina was gone, this is Dominatrix Christina. That evil part of me that would kill for the ones she loves.

"I didn't see the person." She replies. "I was coming from your apartment when I got hit, they were asking for you. I didn't answer so they knocked me out and left me there. They wanted you Chrissie."

"Me?" I ask confused. "Lexi are you alright? Did you go to the hospital?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's you that I'm worried about. Who could want to hurt you?" She asks.

I scratch my head trying to pick up on anyone I may have pissed off but no one comes to mind. "I'm clueless."

My back hits the wall as I groan. My best friend was attacked at my home. They were looking for me? Who could it be?

"Lexi please stay away from my apartment. Did you notify the police?" I ask.

"No but I will if you want me too."

"No, just stay safe. I'll look into it when I come back. It's clear they don't know where I am so it won't be a problem. Just for the love of God stay safe!" My lip quivers and I feel like scolding myself for what happened to Lexi.

"It's okay Chrissie. Please don't take it to your head and do anything stupid. I know you."

"I won't."

"Promise?" She gives a small smile.

"I won't."

"So let's back to The Dress Hunt," she claps her hands and smiles even though her eyes look like they want to close up and rest.

"Hey, babe get some sleep. I'll do this on my own."

Her smile fades. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Now go sleep you have a job to go to later."

She groans. "Don't remind me" she smiles and blows a kiss. "Bye honey."

I do the same and smile. "Bye Lexi."

Disconnected appears on the screen and I throw the phone onto a pile of clothes. I grab my hair with my hands and pace the room in grief.

It is a wooden changing room with mirrors on the two sides and the door. There is a seat at the far corner which my clothes are on and it has hangers on the wall opposite the door.

A knock on the door stops my pacing. "Yes?" I answer a bit angrily.

"Miss, are you getting through in there?" Ugh, attendant.

"I need another dress, preferably blue and fitted. Also a size bigger than this one," I grab the dress and throw it over the door. "Make it something fashionable."

"Okay, ma'am." Her heels click as she walks away.

I look ahead and find my reflection staring at me. I am in a royal blue bra with matching mesh undies, my eyes trail my long legs going down to my feet and I cringe as they do.

I'll mark you as Andy did to all his toys, especially woody.

I slowly sit on the ground and curl into a ball. I lift my feet to the mirror and the marks taunt me. Those horrible symbols that adorn my soles, that show I'm not free and that I- I am...

A knock sounds on the door and I shoot up from the floor. I dry my eyes – I didn't even notice I was crying – and open the door to receive the dress. I don't really care if anyone saw me in my undies, they've seen me in worst.

"Thank you –" I look up expecting to see the attendant but end up with no other than Johnattan Blake.

His eyes take me in, place me in his corrupt thoughts and indulge in me. "My, oh my, Christi I do not approve of you showing off what is mine like this."

I roll my eyes and he smirks. "Get in." He pushes me back, steps in and closes the door. Mischief flickers in his eyes.

I cross my arms. "Why are you h–" he holds up his hand and indicates for me to shut up.

"Let's not forget who's in charge Christi." He smirks enjoying this. "Lose the attitude before I make you."

Make me?

He's trying to rule me at the wrong time. I'm already pissed at what happened in Cali he better back the fuck down.

"Excuse you? Don't yo–" he holds up his hand and I shoot him an annoyed look.

Why am I even shutting up when he raises his hand? Calm Tina calm.

"I'll give you another chance Christi. Drop the attitude." He replies sternly. He is getting all dominant on me, is he? Well news flash Johnny, I'm a Dominant too!

"Make me," I shoot back, my arms crossed over my chest.

Great Tina. Now you've done it!

His lips curl into a smile and his scar curves as it does. "With pleasure."