Quit Being A b***h And Love Me

You would never think that you would sit your bare ass on a public toilet seat and yet here I am. Why, you may ask am I sitting my ass on a public seat. Because I have to f*****g pee! I seriously don't understand why women get all the bad traits. Well sometimes. I mean we have the body, we have boobs, we have the attraction. But we also have to give birth, have periods, worry about getting pregnant, and have to f*****g sit down while peeing!! Like what do men contribute in life? Shut up. I know what I said. As soon as it stopped I immediately got off the damn thing and wiped myself. I flushed the toilet with my foot and got out of the stall. I had just got back from Paris from a meeting. I didn't understand why I had to go but I always enjoy my trips. I usually have a little free time that I get to spend with myself so I don't hate it. But what I do hate is when men try to act like I don't f*****g know anything. Everytime I go out there I end up firing someone for being a d**k. And more than half the people I fire have d***s. I washed my hands while looking at myself in the mirror. Once I was done I decided against touching more stuff and just air dried my hands. I am not a germaphobe, I just don't like touching stuff. Yeah that makes sense. I walked out of the airport bathroom and into the crowd of people. I saw some people holding up signs and others hugging each other and honestly I hated it. I'm not the one to touch anyone or hug or laugh with someone. I like to be alone, do work, and then sleep. I don't go out, I don't do anything that could get me arrested like half the people in this airport I have no doubt have done. I've always been the type of person to do nothing, and I have no problem with that. I sighed of annoyance as a family was in front of me blocking my way out. I didn't want to interrupt them because that would be rude. I may seem like a cold person but I do have a heart. Somewhere. I cleared my throat and they looked at me as if I was being rude, which to be fair I could have yelled at them so I feel like they should be thanking me for not causing them any embarrassment. They moved over to the side a little and I walked out without even giving them a side glance. As soon as I walked out the doors the Los Angeles weather hit me making a little smile come to my face. But it quickly disappeared once I saw my limo driver. I sighed a little as I walked up to him and got into the limo. He closed the door behind me and then walked back to the front and got in the driver's seat. You see, my husband is an actor. Or at least he thinks he is. He played in one movie that was very popular and got a lot of fame off of it. I on the other hand am a book writer. Now of course when people see us they really only see him. Seeing that he is a big handsome alpha male they only see me as arm candy. I never bother his career path because I honestly couldn't care less. I have sold billions of dollars off my books and that's all I care about. I don't ever get bothered in public like he does so I don't argue about it. My driver brought me back to my office. Eric, my husband, actually bought me this place. And now he thinks that I should praise him now. Which by the way, never has happened and never will happen. I have never depended on anyone in my life and I never will. When I was a kid my parents never paid any attention to me. And whenever they did pay attention to me it was because they wanted to tell me I was doing something wrong or tell me I should be more like my sister. Once I turned ten I just stopped caring about what people said. I just needed to get through the day and that was enough. I made a name of myself and trust me, I rub that in my family's face every chance I get. But it's never enough. My sister works at a hospital and is one of the top surgeons in Norwich which is in England. Everytime my family visits me she tries to act like she has a f*****g accent. For example, she always pronounces her name like Dònica. b***h, it's Daneka. All of a sudden my door opened. I looked to my side to see we were at my office. I stepped out of the car and looked at my driver. "Take my bags to the house." He nodded his head and closed the door. "Yes Mrs. Davis." I put my purse on my arm and put my sunglasses on my face. I yawned out of tiredness as I walked into the building. I designed this place to my liking. I hate it when I go inside of a building and it looks like a f*****g pony threw up in it. The way my building looks is a little old with modern to it. I don't like the color brown by itself but when it's put with some dim lights it's beautiful. So whenever I had the building designed I made sure that my office wasn't some rainbow glitter s**t, or white walls. I'm not really the type of person to go all out on things but I do enjoy decorating. When I was a teenager I want to go into designing but my parents told me that was stupid and I needed to think bigger like my sister. So I did the second thing that made me not want to strangle everyone. I went into writing. I have always loved reading, and there have been times where whenever I read a book I hated when a character did something that I wouldn't do so I decided I might as well write my own book. And it was amazing. I walked into the building and sighed. People were walking around in different directions, talking on the phone, and talking to one another enjoying their time. I ignored them and walked to the elevator. I have my office on the top floor and there were only a few people up there because I don't see why people need to be up here except me. Once the elevator doors open I threw my head back in annoyance. "Its about f*****g time!" I rolled my eyes as I stepped out of the elevator. "Oh no! Don't try and act like I'm annoying! You were supposed to be back yesterday!" I ignored her and went to my office. I should of known she would follow me. I opened my office door and a small gust of air hit me. The smell that is in this room is a smell that I only smell here. Strawberries. It might seem simple but it's true and I love it. "Do you mind telling me why you were gone for a whole nother day?" I put my purse on my desk and turned around to face my receptionist who is also my best friend. "You know I like to spend time with myself." I said with another dramatic sigh. Sam shrugged her shoulders and walked up to me. "Reena. Get a damn life." I rolled my eyes and went behind my desk and sat down in my chair. "Did you ever get those papers from Avery?" Sam groaned as she slapped her head. "Dammit! I totally forgot." I groaned too and leaned back in my chair. I have been working on a book lately and every now and then I send some chapters to my editor so he can proofread it. "Have you ever thought about hiring a assistant?" I looked up at her and squinted my eyes. "I don't want to have to interview a crap ton of people plus I don't want to have to look at the same person every time I walk into my building." She scuffed. "Okay firstly I could hire them, secondly you see me everyday." "Yeah and I have thought about firing you at some point." Sam threw her hands in the air and turned around to walk out making me chuckle a little. "I'm hiring someone!" She yelled before she left the room. I shook my head while picking up a book that was in my drawer and started reading. *******