Autumn's standpoint Eleven years, for eleven years I had pictured the day we would meet again, how we would recognize each other. That night, I didn't see his face clearly. I might have had great night vision but it wasn't enough to see his face vividly. I wasn't sure how I would recognize him, but sitting there on the bed and staring at him with my mouth open was unbelievable. Compared to the wreck I saw years ago, this guy was dreamy, so dreamy it felt too real to be true. I rubbed my eyes to make sure it wasn't one of my fantasies again, to make sure I wasn't daydreaming about how he would look or foolishly getting myself wet. He was still there, gawking at me with lips parted and standing there looking like a sexy god who was banished from Olympus and had to blend in with humans. Angela tapped me, making me avert my eyes to her. She pointed at him, asking me if I knew him. "Something like that," I smiled. I averted my eyes back to him. "You look great, got better, huh?" He snapp
Autumn's standpoint He cleared his throat. "A what? Your brain?" He asked sarcastically. "Give me your stupid phone," I huffed. He dipped his hand into his pocket, brought out his phone, unlocked it, and gave it to me. I typed my number in and saved it with my name. I gave it back to him. He smiled cryptically and nodded. "See you tomorrow, Red," he winked at me. I rolled my eyes, causing him to laugh. "Don't call me red or I'll call you Sandy," I glared at him. He ran his tongue over his damask lips and shrugged. "We all have our weird names, my Mom did call me snickl…" he pinned his lips. I burst into laughter as I already knew the full word. "Ah, fuck!" "Snicklefritz? Really?" "Shut up," "It is my turn to laugh," I slid down the door and laughed my ass out while he muttered. He started walking away. "Hey, Snicklefritz snookums! Where are you off to?" "Fuck you, Pussums!" He shouted back. "See you tomorrow, Snookums!" I laughed. The door pulled open, forcing me to crash on
Chelsea's standpoint I sighed as I walked out of the back, my mind focused on Anderson. I wasn't sure he would ever want to meet me again. I was crazy about crushing on my boss. I'd always seen falling for one's boss as a cliche thing and loathed the idea. But now I was rethinking my stance, it wasn't so bad after all. In my defense, I developed a crush before I knew he was my boss and unlike other girls, I wasn't crushing on my boss because he's rich, more like he is cute and good-looking. There, I'm innocent. I froze when I saw the reason for my thoughts sitting on a stool and leaning on the counter with his eyes closed as he shook his head as if trying to scold himself for something. He looked so adorable. "Anderson?" I called quizzically. I mentally scolded myself for calling him by his name, he is my boss for crying out loud. In my defense—again—I'm not in the casino so… He opened his eyes and as soon as he saw me, his face brightened with a smile. "Hi, Chelsea." "H…h…h…hi,"
Mordecai's standpoint I threw my car keys on the table and my suit jacket on the vintage couch. I unbuttoned the first three buttons of my shirt and loosened my tie. Grace, his assistant, walked into the living room. "Go tell my grandfather that I'm here," "He knows, he will be here with you shortly." I nodded at her and dismissed her. I plopped myself on one of the chairs with a puff. Grandpa called me out of my very important meeting, he usually never called me in such a rush. I drummed my fingers anxiously, maybe his health was acting up again. "Mattel," his gruff voice called weakly. I jumped to my feet and went to help him, "don't touch me, I can walk on my own," he said stubbornly. I still held him though to his favorite armchair. "Did Dr. Liam check on you?" "He came in this morning," I returned to my seat. "How is your health? Is it acting up again?" "Yes, and that is why I called you here, Mattel. I really don't want to do this to you but it's the only way to get you t
Mordecai's standpoint (This occurred before he got to Chelsea's apartment) I sat in the backseat of my black convertible Mercedes, typing meticulously. I decided to go with the least expensive car. I usually drive in the least expensive things when I am upset or confused. Call it a weird habit. I was going to ask the most stupid question I had ever asked anyone since I changed my name to Gabriel, and I was looking for all the support I could get, my friends weren't exactly helping. Andy: oh come on, bro, you can't be serious about asking her that? I said take things slow, not scare the shit out of her. Don't you have any more reasons? Me: Well I don't exactly have a choice here, it's either that or I'll have to marry someone else or ruin my brother's life. Williams: I'm in favor of not ruining my life. He wasn't part of the group chat Jaxon created, but Andy added him in the hope that he could talk some sense into me. Did he really think that Williams would willingly give up his
Mordecai's standpoint Me: So Jaxon, how's that baby mama coming? Andy: I forgot that Jaxon is going to be a dad… (Laughing emoji) Aaron: What are the odds of someone getting five girls pregnant at the same time? Me: if the person's name is Jax, then it's a level hundred. Jaxon: I am not responsible, I am never careless. Aaron: didn't he say that the last twelve times? Andy: fuck man! You never learn from your mistakes. You somehow escaped twelve pregnancies but yet you get yourself stuck again with five? Jaxon: I have been careful since then, I swear! Those bitches are gold diggers. I'm having all of them tested and once I find out they are all lying, I'll deal with them. Me: Jaxon, you wanna tell me that even someone as innocent as Tilly would lie about something as destructive to her life as this? We all know Tilly loves her simple life where she cares for her family of ten and doesn't need one more teeny mouth to feed. You blackmailed her with her financial issue and got th
Autumn's standpoint I puffed as I threw myself on the sofa. Chelsea glanced at me from the movie she was engrossed with. Her eyes quickly returned to me, seeing my beaten-down state. She reached forward and turned down the volume of the TV entirely. She put the bowl of popcorn aside and dropped her stretched legs from the arm of the sofa. "Autumn Newton looking beaten is a legendary thing, wuzz up?" She started jokingly. "He wants me to marry him," "Excuse me?" "Mordecai wants me to marry him, he proposed to me as a wish," "Why?!" She shrieked quizzically. I shrugged. "Didn't you ask him?" "Told him he was nuts and stomped out," "When I said I can't wait for the ring, universe, I was joking!" Chelsea shouted. I smiled despite myself, managing a chuckle. "That guy is bloody crazy! Who does that kind of thing?! Just ask someone to marry him? This must be for business trash, but I won't let him ruin your life for you. You won't, right?" I pressed my lips together. "You can't serio
Autumn's standpoint "No, no, no! This can't be happening to me again!" I cried out. What is wrong with me? I just found out I was developing a crush on Cai. I'm a bold and outspoken girl, always have, always will be. Can say whatever shit I wanna say and do whatever I wish no matter what people think. But my ultimate weakness was having a crush on someone. My first crush was when I was eleven, I was crushing on my math teacher. At first, I was normal around him, it was just a student-teacher thing. He was nice to me and before I knew it, I suddenly lost the ability to speak in front of him or look him in the eyes. All I did was splutter, blathered, or stuttered like a fool. My face and neck were always red, my hands would shake like no man's business. In conclusion, I acted like an idiot and never said anything good when I had a crush. Luckily, my crush tend to die fast, it died in two weeks. The same thing went with my second crush at thirteen and he was my age. I made a complete f