I know I promised a sequel for Are You Serious (It's still a work in progress no worries)

but I am a hoe

and I should be ashamed for this

but I have fallen deeply into hell :D

Part 01

Tuesday was never a pleasant day. In fact it was horrible day for a spring day. The streets of Paris were clean and busy as always giving the springtime it's ever romantic feel. In one of the buses sat the victim of the unpleasant Tuesday feeling. She was a young woman of twenty years of age. Her brown hair was neatly braided and pinned back to bring into like her bright blue eyes. She wore a simple black dress (her perfect LBD) with a blazer, some silk nylons, and black leather flats.

She frowned a bit as she looked at the time on her phone. She was going to be early… again. It was a bad habit of hers to be early, which many had noted had to do with her rather strange predicament which not many understood. Being early meant dealing with Gabriel Agreste on a rather personal note, which she had hoped to avoid by any means necessary.

Now why would she want to avoid him? Many in the company believed she hated the man's personality, which was not far off. She found him irritatingly cold and for lack of a better word, salty. She would rather have Anna Winter tell her she was a no talent hack than deal with him. But the other problem was much more embarrassing. It was a deep secret of hers.

She was lusting after the older man.

Lusting in both the physical and emotional sense.

She really couldn't understand why such a horrid affection had begun. She knew when it had begun (It had been when he had smiled gently at her and complimented her dedication finding her sewing on beads at 1 in the morning ensuring that garment—a wedding dress—was absolutely perfect.) From there it had been absolute hell.

Now Maria Rosario Balboa was headed to the Agreste Fashion house to see the finished product on a flapper dress which another group had been assigned, much to her disdain. Knowing the designers, they probably used fringe instead of beading it. She frowned as she realized she was at her stop. She had an hour and half before she actually had to do work. She walked off the bus and looked at the giant building before sighing and entering.

"Bonjour Madamoiselle Maria!" The security guard greeted.

"Bonjour Henri," She said, "How are you this fine morning?"

"I'm wonderful as always, and you are early as always." He responded.

"Well you know me, I get so horrified about being late I wind spending more time than I should here. Just to make sure everything is okay." She replied with a laugh.

"Maria!" She heard frantic screams.

She screamed internally looking to her side to see a few of the designers working on the flapper dress staring at her with desperation.

"What…?" She asked, keeping her voice even and devoid of emotion.

"We need help!" Eponine cried. "The dress is ruined and we need a quick fix! Please!"

"Let's go see the damage." She sighed.

She followed Eponine, François, and Leonard to their work room and stopped when she saw the damage. There was no amount of quick fix tricks that could actually fix it.

"What is going on here?" And there was death in the form of a very pissed Gabriel Agreste.

Maria turned around keeping herself as emotionally detached as possible. She stared him in the eye and replied, "There has been an issue, sir."

He looked at the dress. His face was completely blank. The dress itself was missing several layers of fringe, with the hems being messy and the color being the complete opposite of what was asked.

"How long did you have to make this dress?" He asked looking at the other three.

"Three weeks sir…" François replied.

"Maria, have it redone in two." He replied in a low voice.

"Understood." She replied looking at the floor.

"Looking at the floor isn't what a designer does." He said quietly enough for only her to hear.

She let a small squeak escape her lips as her olive skin turned red. She had to mentally slap herself from creating other various, interesting, and rather vulgar scenarios from that comment alone.

"I need coffee…" She muttered when she knew he was gone.

"Maria…" She could hear Eponine call.

"It's fine. This is not the worst project that slave driver has given me." She said.

The image of Gabriel with a whip did not help the headache that she gotten.

I need to start going to church again, she thought leaving the room.

She took a deep breath and made her way to her station hoping to avoid any more contact with the man that was now plaguing her thoughts more than normal. She knew she had to keep herself in complete professional mode. She could cry and whine on tumblr later. No coworkers followed her and they didn't even have her private accounts. Only her linked in, professional instagram, and Facebook profiles where available to them. Hell she even used different emails for them just in case.

She was glad when she got to her work area. It was bare and only her project—which was thankfully untouched—sat there waiting to be presented. She grinned taking her dress form and setting it up. The point of their current assignment was to design something based on the roaring twenties especially in France. She had been given Gertrude Stein which in itself was relatively easy. She had been a fan of the woman since she was a teenager back in the United States. She had created a simple unisex pantsuit that could switch between formal and casual with the flip of the jacket. She was pretty impressed with herself.

"Hey Maria…." She heard from the side.

"Oh hi, short-stack!" She said when she saw who it was.

Adrien Agreste was the son of said boss who was totally not on her mind at the moment.

"Did you finish the suit?" He asked plopping himself on a nearby chair.

"I did. I'm surprised the old man let you come in today." She said.

"I'm only here for the morning. In the afternoon I'm gonna go with some friends to check out this thing that one of their parents is doing." He replied.

"That sounds fun! I hope you have fun kid!" She said with a laugh. "By the way, if I give you some cash will you go to the nearest café and get me a coffee? I need a caffeine fix. You can get yourself something too."

"I was already gonna go get coffee so consider it my treat, Maria!" He replied enthusiastically. "Hazelnut and Caramel right?"

"You know me so well. Are you sure I can't adopt you kid?" She said with a laugh.

"I'm sure!" he said. "I'll be back in ten."

"See you kid!" She said as he ran off.

"Making nice with the boss's kid, I applaud you. Sneaky move." Maria rolled her eyes and Alessandro Carelli walked up to her.

"Adrien is a good kid. I'm nice to him because he's a sweet kid, not because Mr. Agreste is his father." She snapped. "Did your group finish?"

"Barely but we did. Working with the 1920s was not pleasant." He replied leaning closer to her.

"I will not hesitate to stab you, Carelli." She snapped.

"Ugh, no need to be a bitch." He sighed. "All you gotta do is go on one date with me and you'll see that I'm the best choice for you."

"Fuck off." She said.

Alessandro frowned and moved some of his curly locks away from his hair. "You'll see." He muttered

"I'll cut off your balls." She hissed.

Go ahead and kinkshame me, i know I've sunken low

TBH this fic is mostly for shits and giggles.