A Little Bit Married

A Messed Up Interview

We soon finished up, and the woman led me to a separate dressing room to change my dress. I liked the dress I was wearing enough, and I liked that it fit Gray's, but apparently, the interviewer was wearing red too, and it could look bad. I mean, she could have totally changed, but Gray held my hand, and I sighed, letting it go.

There were a series of dresses, and my eyes fell on a royal blue dress, one that had a cut that was close to the red dress I had been wearing, but slightly longer sleeves and a high neck. It was beautiful, and it fit when I wore it.

It worked well with my shoes too, so I didn't have to look for a shoe either. Gray was outside when I finished dressing, and once the woman was done touching up my hair, I walked out to Gray.

His eyes lit up the moment he saw me, and without waiting for me to cover the distance to him, he covered the distance to me, his hand immediately finding its place around me.

"You look beautiful," he said, kissing the edge of my forehead.

"I liked my other dress better. "

"You can always wear it for me some other time," he said, his voice low and filled with intent.

"When?" I asked, my eyes meeting his.

He leaned to my ear. "I will tell you later."

I gave him a look, but he seemed to completely enjoy the suspense, and I let him have his moment.

I felt a surge of nervousness again as the assistant walked in and announced it would be our cue in exactly five minutes. I let out a few breaths, my hand coming to rest on my chest.

Gray held me tighter like he knew how much I needed to feel his presence right now. Five minutes was so short a time, especially for me, and before I knew it, we were asked to go up.

Gray held my hand in his other hand while still holding my waist and led me slowly outside to the stage and the rolling cameras.

It was bright, beautiful, and well set up, and I could see the couch fixed in place for me and Gray.

Gray led me right to the couch, as the interviewer stood up to exchange pleasantries. She was a stunning woman, not the woman I thought would be interviewing us at first, and almost certainly wasn't wearing a red dress.

The pleasantries were quick and directed entirely towards Gray. I thought I was crazy when I extended my hand for a handshake and she slapped it away, but immediately reached out for Gray's hand again.

She ushered us to a seat and then sat back, her legs crossing over each other.

She was wearing a petite black dress, and the exposed parts of her legs smooth as she crossed her legs. I watched, appalled as she slowly cupped both her breasts and lifted them up, so the tops bulged out of the sweetheart neckline of her already tight dress. I could be naive at times, but I could already see what was happening.

"I can't tell you how excited I am for this interview. This is the first time you have accepted an interview like this, Gray. I was pretty nervous sending out an invitation to you, and I feel so lucky you are here."

She was addressing him like they were long-lost friends, and it made my skin crawl.

Gray gave a small smile that, by the virtue of knowing how his normal, genuine smile was, I knew was fake. "You are welcome. My wife wanted to be here, and I am an obliging husband. She is here with me, though. Just in case you didn't notice."

I raised a brow and turned to Gray. His face was stoic and very serious, like the Gray I had seen in the first moments of our meeting.

She gave a laugh and turned to me. "Why would I ever miss the presence of our beautiful Mrs. Gray Gavin? I love your... dress! It makes you look a little pale, but the cut is quite pretty."

Don't say anything. Don't say anything. "Thank you. My red dress was better, but I was led to believe that you would be wearing red too."

The smile she had faltered, and she gave a small breath as she leaned closer to me, her eyes holding mine. "Please stick to the script, Mrs. You are not wearing a red dress, and you are supposed to say..."

"I didn't stick to the script either, but I don't see you warning me in my face, Miss Victoria."

She slowly leaned away. "I am sorry, but we will have to start over. This will have to be removed from the..."

"You are not the interviewer I agreed to see, are you?"

She sighed. "She is off work today."

"Then why did you have me come in today?" Gray asked, his voice low. It's probably low enough if he wasn't wearing a mic.

She gave a smile, then waved her hands to the camera crew. The assistant quickly rushed in, then leaned to Gray.

"We are sorry, sir. We had the invitation already made, but the interviewer was not available. We are sorry for the mishap."

"Why was my wife asked to change?" He asked, his voice low as he turned to the assistant.

I gave a small sigh, watching the interviewer's face. She was having a hard time concealing the scowl on her face now.

"Someone answer me. Why was my wife asked to change her dress?"

"The colour of her dress would have been too extreme for the camera."

"Is that so?" Gray asked, his eyes resting on the interviewer again. "Or were you on some powerplay over here?"

She gave a small sigh and slowly stood up."I have been nothing but professional."

"I apologise, Sir. We will fix this up and bring another interviewer. If Mrs. Angeline wants to change her dress, then I will escort her to the back and..."

"I want her gone," Gray said simply, his voice lowering as he turned to Victoria, who was actively glaring at me like I was responsible for her blatant rudeness.

Her eyes immediately left me as she heard the words, her eyes wide. "What?"

Gray crossed his legs and leaned back on the couch. "I want you gone, or I will be."