"Well, since last night went so awesome, I couldn't resist to pay you another visit and also the fact that I had to give you your paycheck, hence...", he trails off and gestures to himself, dramatically.
What did I do to go through this in the morning?
"You understand, you're paying me off for being your date, hypothetically", I cock a brow at him.
He scoffs at me, as if... I'm a child?
"Why, no of course not, silly women. Why would I? To have a date with the most busy women in all of New York is my pleasure and my honor. I would never dishonor a women of such high intellect with petty money. How could I?", he mocks me, feigning hurt as he places a hand to his chest.
What a son of a...
"What is your purpose here, Clinton?", I walk a few confident steps and stop in front of my desk, crossing my arms.
He eyes me and I see the telltale signs of a sly smirk forming on h
"Well, these cashmere gloves I need as it is winter, and I have... Hands"Rebecca Bloomwood's voice resonates through the whole apartment as we chew on popcorn in front of the in-house theatre TV set, on the couch.Watching 'Confessions of a Shopaholic' for the hundredth time with a bucket of popcorn in between us as we slump on each other.It's our usual Saturday night or movie night agenda of the day. We've not been able to have time for it lately and after a really long time doing this seems like a homecoming.Especially to me.I smile at the thought."You know what, I can't imagine how Luke couldn't see Rebecca's love for him", Jason comments from beside me, while chewing on popcorn not so messy-ly.I give him a look that says, 'Say what?' but he's too engrossed in the movie to actually notice it."Well, if not for 'Alicia fucking long legs'", I
"Earth to Tina", Liza jumps in front of my face and I squint back in my seat at the sudden intrusion."Have you even been listening to a single word I've been telling you?", she frowns at me with one hand on her hip and feet tapping away impatiently at the floor of my cabin.It's Monday and I can't seem to get Jason out of my head. We haven't talked since that movie night at his apartment and honestly, the silence is killing me.Jason is not the type of person who bails on you. He's that nagging friend who is consistently behind you, grabbing for your attention but ever since that day and night, it's been so lonely without him even with Liza by my side, that I can't help but be worried because it's so unlike him.Sure Liza has kept me up and about, fully entertained with her antics, with the upcoming dates and schedules that I've to see through but my mind is just somewhere else despite it all.Also
Jason stares at Clinton, frowning so hard, I swear his skin would break out.Oh lord, help me.I look at him once and turn my gaze to Clinton who has his brows furrowed, definitely confused."Uh... He is just a client of mine who is just about to leave, right Clinton?", I give Clinton a look that says 'just go with it please' but apparently my attempts are futile."What?! But I just came, Justine. And we need to talk the talk", he gives the suggestive look at the end, emphasizing the words.He didn't just...Ugh!I hold in my grunt."Justine what is he talking about?", Jason eye's us, clearly intrigued, having caught Clinton's suggestive look since he wasn't being much subtle about it.Oh boy, Jason clearly thinks there's something going on between Clinton and me now!"It's
"What?!"I can't say I wasn't expecting that but I couldn't hide my cringe at it too. But I stay calm and instantly morph my expressions into a blank one."Is there a problem?", I cock a brow at him, relaxing in my chair now that I've got the upper hand.He frowns at my stance before replying."None at all. Might I ask who this person you're going with as a plus one be? Maybe I know him?", he shrugs nonchalantly.Or maybe you're just curious.I hold in my dry comment at that."I'm sorry but I don't pass out such personal information Mr. Valsera. Hope you don't mind", I end it with a sickly sweet smile."Oh", he says in surprise as if saying, 'we're playing that game, huh?'.I sigh."Thank you so much for your cooperation Mr. Valsera but I think we'll be able to get you a date according to the details you've given us. Also, if you would like, next time you could spare us with your presence by just giving a call. I'
Next morning at the office, Damon A. K. A. my employer or you can say boss calls me and my fellow colleagues in the conference room for the weekly report meeting.By fellow colleagues, I mean my arch-nemesis in the business.Apparently, our company has ten date planners along with me and each of them is like a hyena ready to bite my ass just to get their hands on my position which is at the top of the list.No bragging but the fact that I have consistently been recieveing the employee of the year award for the past three years has everything to do with it.Fortunately for me they're nowhere near me for miles.My true rival in the game might only be one person at this point who is honestly the worst of the whole lot.Kaitlyn Monroe.She's one those blonde bombshells who has honestly came uptil a very close second to me by spreading her legs for anyone and everyone she lays her eyes on this building.Honestly, I've caught her so many tim
To say we were late would be an understatement.More like..."Fashionably late", I narrow my eyes at Jason as he mutters to himself, looking around the room for no one in particular."Yeah right", I scoff.I look around too, nervous about the attention this dress was grabbing slowly as we entered the room; for some reason Clinton's thought still at the back of my head.The possibility of seeing him here with his date still has me on my toes. I don't know what is this game we're playing. I'm not sure if I'm ready to know yet or if I ever even want to know about it. Heck, I'm not even sure how he'll react when he sees Jason as my date.Or maybe in this dress?My subconscious adds and I know I've lost it. My nerves started to kick in, fortunately Jason's arm linked with mine brought just a bit of comfort, enough for me to atleast walk in."Oh would you quit it? I was engaged in a meeting, no thanks to Ethan", he sighs, referring t
"Nice meeting you guys. Anyhow, care for a dance Clinton?", Liza breaks the silence amidst the frowns, glares and taut jaws set in place.Apparently, I'm too paralyzed to react."Sure", Clinton very preppily replies.He gives us a look, eyes hard yet a mocking smile on his face as he takes Liza's hand and takes her onto the dance floor.As soon as they leave our sight, I heave out a breath I had no idea I was holding.Jason detecting it, gives me a questioning look. Me on the other hand getting back in control of myself give him an appalled look."What was that?", I turn to face him, a little angry at him.His hands still on my waist."What? Did you see how he was being an ass? Especially to you. What is even his deal, huh? Girlfriend bailed on him because he was behaving like a child?", Jason says in a mocking tone.What in the actual...I hold in my chuckle at his comment and try to act as angry as I was feeling but unfor
My eyes instantly close up at the contact and before I know it, I'm kissing him back.It's fire, desperation, anger, need and want; all in one at the same time. His lips move desperately against mine as I feel his hands cupping my cheeks to pull me even closer if possible.I try to catch up with him while tugging at the lapels of his tux jacket as one of my other hands tug at his hair to pull him closer.It's like I'm a deserter who has been in need of water for days before finally reaching its destination, water.A thirst which just keeps on increasing as we ravish each other's lips.His teeth pulls at my lower lip and I release something between a moan and a whimper which is probably result of all the sensations that are going through my body.God, why have I been avoiding him, again?That's when I knew all logic has left me. But who gave a damn when it felt so good.Until a voice whispered in my head..."No, not her.