(Mr Knowles)
Kathleen put on a beautiful smile as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, satisfied with the black dress she had on that had such a risque neck line and so short which was enough to make a sane married man turn, she straightened her hair and tucked both sides behind her ear and adorned herself with a pair of dangling star earrings—with a simple touch of compact powder, mascara and blush with her favorite black eyeliner and red lipstick to seal the deal she was ready now.
She put on thigh high boots lended to her by Gloria who wanted tonight to be the best night of her life even though she would've preferred her leather sandals, and walked out of her room only to be showered with praise from her best friend which fueled her ego by a mile.
It was a new Chapter now, she had the worst day but she was also going to have the best night of her life—single, free from the testosterone and most of all...she was going to dance her heart away. She chuckled softly as she made her way down the stairs with Gloria who kept on complimenting her but her smile quickly died down seeing Mr Garrison outside the apartment building.
‘Going out I see'. His brows perked with skepticism.
‘Y.... yeah...I'll have your rent ready in due time Mr G'. She forced a cheerful disposition and nudged her best friend to quickly call a cab before the encounter got any more awkward—she didn't even get the job yet but she was hopeful.... at least.
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At the other side of town Grayson Hunter just watched his girlfriend walk away from him, he wasn't annoyed with the fact that she just ended their relationship of three years, he was raged at how he planned this beautiful dinner date for both of them and celebrating his return to the country after a long business trip—all for him to get dumped just like that, in the most inexplicable way possible.
She was delusional, he thought nipping on his bottom lip and tapping his feet impatiently on the ground to contain his anger. Charisse Watson was delusional, calling him the worst boyfriend when he was the ideal man most women wanted for themselves.
He pursed his lips and looked down at his watch, then released another sigh and shoved a fistful of his hand into his hair in a bid of frustration. Damn her, he thought to himself, she had just obliterated his ego into a billion pieces knowing fully well he was going to end things with her.... she just beat him to it.
Then he smiled mischievously when he realized it wasn't the first time they were ending things, it wasn't the first time she had broken up with him and even though this looked like it was permanent....she would come back....she always did and this time was no exception, then he would be the one to break up with her permanently.
With his now satisfied feeling of self importance, he rose to his feet and walked out of the restaurant ready to go home when his phone suddenly rang and he smiled again seeing who the caller was—his best friend who was in the army, just promoted actually and he prayed to the gods he was back from Afghanistan.
‘Hey Connor'
‘Guess what??'
‘You're back from shooting innocent civilians and driving them from their homes?'. Grayson's brows lifted.
His best friend frowned, ‘There you are with your smart mouth but yeah—i just got back and I'm in the mood to party....please don't be in your workaholic state tonight Mr tighty-pants'.
‘As a matter of fact I need a drink', Grayson sighed deeply, ‘Charisse broke up with me'.
‘Again??'. Connor was amused.
Grayson frowned this time, ‘Yeah and I think it's for good this time'.
‘All the more reason to party tonight and maybe mingle with some beautiful ladies tonight. Your ex has always been a bitch and you know that'.
‘Don't call her that'.
‘Okay my bad', Connor laughed, ‘Meet me at our spot in an hour. You're gonna have the best night of your life tonight!!'.
He hung up and Grayson let out another sigh, if there was one person who could lift his spirits up it was his best friend since college. Connor was the kind of guy most women hated, vulgar, a sleaze sometimes which had landed him in jail a couple of times—luckily his enrollment into the army set him in the right path, but he was still a goofball. Grayson still loved him though, underneath the brash uncontrollable soldier was a sweetheart with too much trauma that would scare a human away.
He looked down at his watch and saw he'd lost twenty minutes just standing by his car and thinking, another sigh left him again and he got into his car ready to go home and change into a much partying appropriate outfit. Connor would laugh at him if he wore a suit.
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Kathleen regretted her decision almost immediately as she walked into the tightly packed club and almost being groped by a drunk sleaze who looked like he was into hippie culture, sending Gloria a death stare when asked if she wanted to go to the dancefloor. Gloria shrugged at the harsh reaction from her best friend and left her to go dance with a handsome stranger, Kathleen on the other hand went to the bar and grabbed a stool, then she ordered a gin tonic—the same one hurled at her face hours ago.
She downed a shot and ordered for another which made the bartender curious, ‘Having a rough night I see'
’Yeah', she nodded, ‘I just need you to get me drunk tonight'.
He smiled and threw a wink at her, ‘You betcha'.
She smiled watching Gloria have fun at the dancefloor whilst she remained on the barstool feeling miserable. It was a bad idea coming here, she thought to herself after being in self denial that everything was going to be okay—no it wasn't okay, she had high hopes for a new job but thinking about how she got humiliated by her boyfriend's secret wife and being in an affair left her mood sour.
So she shrugged, forcing a smile as she downed her third glass of gin when a random man took a seat next to her and offered to pay for her drinks, she rolled her eyes ready to decline his gesture but one look at him....just one look and she found herself mesmerized and transfixed on the spot.
Then he stretched his hands towards her, ‘Hi I'm Mathew Knowles'.
(Mr Knowles Part 2)Grayson was in the middle of a conversation about how sour his year had been with his best friend when he spotted the beautiful curly haired woman sitting alone and drinking gin, she was obviously distressed considering how she was drinking the worst kind of beverage with her shin rested on her arm, still he couldn't help but admire her beauty.The music from the club was loud and the party blue lights were on but that didn't take away the fact that she was the prettiest woman in the room tonight, so he sipped on his drink and kept on gawking like a hawk until Connor realized his best friend wasn't paying attention anymore.‘Hello there Mr Grayson Hunter...are you in the land of reality??'. He said wavering a hand over his face.Grayson frowned, ‘I'm fine it's just—'‘Damn I'll be pretty lost too', Connor laughed and nipped on his bottom lip the moment he saw who his friend was staring at, ‘You should go talk to her'.‘No'‘What do you mean no??'‘I barely know her
(Mr Knowles Part 3)Devante's had the best Philly cheese steak sandwich in the city and Grayson was glad Kathleen showed him the wonderful restaurant which almost left him breathless, she was a full bred New Yorkian considering the way she spoke about knowing all the hidden gems in the city unlike him who just fully relocated a year ago and traveling out consistently.They both shared a sandwich and another shot of vodka which almost knocked her out but she remained strong, he was actually baffled and impressed at the same time with the way she was able to hold her alcohol—it was fun drinking with a woman who wasn't knocked out by the third glass of Martini.Occasionally they both sent sultry glances at each other and Kathleen knew he wanted her, she wanted him too and going home with strangers on the first night wasn't her thing but Mathew Knowles was special—something about him sparked a flame inside which she didn't even know existed in the first place.Finally he mustered up enoug
(A night to remember....or forget)The bright Thursday sun of New York city shone brightly into the grand hotel's private suit and thus waking Kathleen from her slumber. She groaned under her breath and opened her eyes only to be bombarded by the most excruciatingly painful headache, she reluctantly sat upright and scratched the back of her head wondering what was going on.....and then the haze in her eyes cleared. She wasn't at her apartment!.A loud scream left her as she looked down and found herself naked, she yelped and jerked out of the bed in a midst of panic and looked around wondering what had happened the night before, and what she was doing in an obviously luxurious suite with her clothes on the floor and her panties on a chest drawer.She panted heavily and started to retrace her steps. She went to the club, then she met a beautiful charming man.....there it was Mathew Knowles! she met Mathew Knowles and they bot shared a delicious sandwich and she had the most beautiful,
(Mr Knowles is Mr Gray)‘Are you here for the interview?''Y.... yeah'‘Goodluck then. I hope your pretty face works in your favour', he laughed nervously, ‘That came out wrong didn't it??'.‘Ohhh you're fine'‘Well then', he nodded and stretched forth his right hand, ‘Jacob Hempstead. Internal relations manager....in other words I work here so no pressure'.Kathleen forced an awkward smile, ‘I'm Kathleen....Kathleen Turner but I go by Kathy or at least that's what people call me'.‘Nice to meet you Kathy and good luck with the interview. You're going to need it and take it as a tip—Mr Gray loves a good resumé'. He smiled and walked away.Kathleen wasn't sure why he was giving her such a tip but she appreciated it nonetheless. He was really lanky with frizzy blonde hair and nerdy glasses, he was handsome and charming too but she'd had her fair share of charming men—she had a one night stand with one of them and was abandoned in a hotel suite.Taking a deep breath she walked into the b
(All men suck!!)‘All men suck!', Kathleen could feel the tears brewing in her eyes as she plopped down on Gloria's couch, sipping a cup of coffee as she was ready to tell her best friend how embarrassing her interview went.Gloria sighed deeply, ‘I can't believe he lied to you like that'.’Ohh he didn't just lie', Kathleen hissed, ‘He acted like he didn't even know me. Like I was charmed by this man Lorie, for the first time since a few hours ago I had a glimmer of hope....only for me to be abandoned at an hotel with two hundred bucks like I'm some cheap hooker'.She was bitter, she was bitter and angry to the point where she felt like she would start crying. For the first time in her life someone made her feel so cheap that it hurt her ego, he stared right into her eyes and denied ever knowing her even after making her feel like she was special the night before—but who was she kidding anyway? a man like Grayson Hunter didn't go for the likes of her....poor and in debt.Gloria could
(The first day is always the worst day)Grayson knew he was in for a long ride when he spotted Kathleen standing right in front of the door with a cup of coffee ready for him. She was even more beautiful than the last time he saw her, her pencil skirt accentuated her curves and the green blouse with a little flower by the side just made his mouth water—the winning part was her hair, long, lustrous, shimmering and he knew she came from a line with good genes.With a hard lump formed in his throat he walks towards her and the plastered smile on her face threw him off guard for a moment, ignoring her greeting, ‘Where's my coffee??'.‘With no cream and two cubes of sugar as you requested sir'. She responded still with a smile which he was starting to find annoying. Honestly she didn't seem to be as shocked as she was two days before—a part of him found her determination impressive.His brows morphed into a frown as he took a sip, then it changed into a scowl, ‘Follow me into my office Mis
(In a monster's hole)For the rest of the week Kathleen had made a total of twenty-five coffees, thrown out ten packs of doughnuts which she didn't throw out of course but kept safely in Ophelia's cubicle, and had been yelled at thirty eight times over the darndest things.If his coffee wasn't hot she got yelled at, if it was too hot she got yelled at, if it was warm she also got yelled at for it not being too hot. He was at his worst after fighting with board members and she was at the receiving end of it, getting yelled at for even the paperweight not being placed correctly on the table.She was exhausted and not only was she exhausted, she was mentally and emotionally drained. There were a lot of times where she wanted to quit, slam his head against the wall like she always dreamed off and walk away in the most powerful stride ever.... but here she was, on her lunch break, in the employee lounge, eaten a stale macaroni salad given to her by Nana willow with the most depressing expr
(I hate my boss)Grayson was taken aback, he was expecting something else but certainly not her using the bathroom to defecate. It was already embarrassing as it is and he could see her eyes glistening with tears,no one wants to be in her kind of situation so she was dismissed with the wave of a hand to make light of it.Kathleen nipped on her bottom lip as she walked out of the office—the cowardly voice peered it's ugly head out urging her to quit, to walk away without paying her shame any glance but she was broke....she was out of groceries and hasn't had water in her apartment for a week. All she needed was a fat avaricious paycheck as compensation for her woes.The hours went by quickly and she wasn't yelled at or called in by Mr Grayson, which was a miracle as she couldn't bear looking him in the eye after knowing she had clogged one of his toilets. Her work hours was finally over when she was called in, rolling her eyes she walked into the office and noticed he took his jacket o