Chapitre 14: Gorilla x Rich! Seamstress! Reader (Not in a romantic way!)
"Of course!.....Yes, Miss Boreigias.", you hung up the phone. A sigh escaped your lips. , you thought.
You rubbed your temple in frustration. "Gorilla, could you fetch me some water?" Your head turned to the man, eyes staring into his.
He huffed in response. You turned back to your work, categorizing Chloe's clothes schedule for the week. "Ok, so if I go ahead and send these, those will get to her next. Oh, but how would I get enough supplies to make this last one?"
Your head ached from listening to the snobby girl for an hour. All the stores were closed as of this morning for Easter, so you would have a hard to trying to not get fired for being late. Gorilla came back with a tall glass of fresh ice water, handing it to you.
"Thanks."
You looked over at your bodyguard, a smile gracing your lips. He was the one person who did something without complaining. Though, his grunts worried most, you knew better.
He was just a quiet guy who didn't like talking. But, when he did, it was with you. You were the only one who has ever heard his low, masculine voice.
The male walked towards you, scanning the sheet. You took a sip of the water, sliding the paper over to him. "I can't possibly get all this stuff by tomorrow, make it, and send it to her!", you vented.
You grunted in digust. Miss Boreigias was your top customer, meaning she got what she wanted, when she wanted. "What do you suggest I do?"
When you turned your head to see his answer, your eyes widened as he wasn't in the room anymore. you asked yourself. Often at times like these, Gorilla would slip from under your watch.
You were always curious as to where he would go, leaving you to find your own solution. You slammed the pencil on the table, leaving the room to take a nap. Your headache had only worsened, so you took a pain killer, and went to sleep.
When you woke up, a pile of exotic fabrics and silks were laid neatly at the foot of your bed. It was as if Santa Clause had visited you early! You jumped from the warmth of your bed, running to see all of the fabric.
"Wow...", you gaped. The door creaked from behind you, alerting you of an intruder. "Who's there?!", you screamed.
You turned around to meet with dark blue eyes. It took you a minute before you realized it was Gorilla. A laugh came from your throat.
"Oh, it's you. I'm sorry. Say, do you know how all this fabric got here, Gorilla?"
He hesitated before darting his eyes from yours. "Yes...", he whispered. "I...got it while you weren't looking...I'm sorry."
You outstretched your arms, embracing him in a hug. "Don't be sorry! Thank you! I really do appreciate it.", you said into his chest. Since you were an average height for a woman, and Gorilla was taller than the average male, you only met with his chest.
You broke the hug, and looked him in the eyes. "You truly are the best...from the east to the west, ehh?" You giggled at your pun from years ago. A low chuckle came from your bodyguard.
"When our team goes up, your team goes down...", he finished. You both broke out into a fit of laughter. You thought back to your days in high school, chanting the small cheers.
That's where you met Gorilla. He noticed you were being picked on, so he took action. Since then, he's been by your side.
You wiped an imaginary tear from your cheek. "Oh, those were the days, huh?...Oh my gosh, I sound like my mother! Haha!", you laughed. You looked back to see the shimmering gold fabric.
"I better get started on this, or I'll never hear the end of it."
He nodded his head, moving towards the large heap of silks. He took one, then two, then three, making his way to a chair. You watched in amazement as he started mending the fabrics in the correct order.
"I never knew you could sew."
He looked at you for a split second, smiling. "There's a lot you still don't know about me, (Y/n)." Then, he turned back to his work.
"We should both start working. We can't afford for Miss Boreigias to get mad, now would we?", Gorilla said. Unbeknownst to you, he smirked. Your cheeks were ablaze.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry!"
You carried throughout the day by sewing fabrics with fabrics, taking occasional breaks. It was now five in the afternoon. Your forehead drenched in sweat, you pulled the last stitch through the beautiful gown.
"I think that's everything. What do you think, Gorilla?"
You looked over your shoulder to find a glittering, (F/c) knee length dress. It was the perfect dress for you. It was so tempting.
He came into the room, hearing his name being called. "What's wrong, (Y/n)?", he asked. His eyes landed on what you were faxing at.
He smiled, and said, "I made that for you. I got done with my half, and I had a little extra. So, I decided to make that for you. (F/c) is your favorite color, isn't it?" You smiled at his kindness. "Yes, Gorilla, it is."
You touched the smooth cloth, taking it from its rack. You proceeded to go into the restroom, changing into the fine dress. It was perfect!
It glistened against you skin. It didn't hug, strangle, or sag on you. It was loose for comfort, yet it didn't sag like most dresses. You smiled, looking at yourself in the clear mirrior.
You walked out, twirling to show your appreciation for the dress. "I love it, Gorilla! Thank you so much!" You ran up to him, and hugged him.
He hugged you back, and smiled. You broke the hug, looking to see all five dresses in place. You sighed in contentment.
"Well, I think our work here is done. How about you?" You turned you body to see Gorilla missing. "Where could he have gone to now?", you questioned with a smirk. A yawn escaped your lips, indicating it was time for you to go to sleep.
You fell onto the bed, slowly closing your eyes.
Your pat thought before going to sleep was,
(A/n)- So, how did I do? I hope this is good enough. I couldn't really figure out how this could be, like, all romantic and stuff. So, I put it as good old friends! Ok, thanks for reading! Bye for now!
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